娜卡琳坐在用芦苇围起来的五个哈那的白色蒙古包里摆放的灰漆铁床上,一边纺着毛线;一边用深陷在眼眶里的一双大眼睛仔细地瞅着那民夫去日本之前寄来的相片,自言自语道:“我的外孙,我的心肝宝贝,去了异国他乡很久了。说是要请假回来的,还不到回来的日子吗?”突然,听到南达罕的笑声从外边传来。“谁来了?”娜卡琳问了一句。“妈,您的宝贝外孙那民夫回来了!”南达罕回答。老人慢慢把手中的梭子放在一边儿,长满老年斑 Nakarin sat on the iron-gray bed of the five hannah white yurts, surrounded by reeds, spinning wool and carefully watching the man go to Japan with a pair of big eyes deep in her eyes Sent photos before, said to himself: “My grandson, my sweetheart baby, went to a foreign country for a long time. Said to leave home, not back to the days?” Suddenly, listening Laughter to South Dhan came from the outside. “Who is coming?” Asked Nakarin. “Mom, your baby grandson Nimu is back!” South Dhamhan replied. The old man slowly put the shuttle in his hand, covered with senile plaques