今年春节,沉甸甸的。在一间阳光稀少的屋子里,我见到了阿娘(宁波话,奶奶)。其实很久以前,她就已经没有思想意识了,不知道任何事情,不认识任何人。只记得以往每次去看她,叫她一声“阿娘”,她会应人,会笑。而那天走进去,她却没有认出我来一一她全身蜷在一张藤椅上,叉着手,别无其他动作,就连坐姿也好像刻意摆放一般。我轻轻地推她,想要让她靠到椅背上,然而伸手一磕,感到的只有僵硬,她早已无法舒展身体。我看到,她是被一条宽布带系在椅背上的。 This Spring Festival is very heavy. In a house with little sunshine, I met Auntie (Ningbo, Grandma). In fact, long ago, she had no ideology, knew nothing, and knew no one. I only remember to go to see her every time and call her “Auntie”. She will respond and smile. When she entered the house that day, she did not recognize that I had come to one by one. She was kneeling on a rattan chair and forked her hands. There was no other movement, and she even seemed to sit deliberately. I gently pushed her and tried to get her back on the back of the chair. However, when she reached out, she felt stiff. She could not stretch herself. I saw that she was tied to the back of a chair by a wide cloth.