公元1993年农历8月11日清晨7点10分,当东方的太阳正冉冉升起的时候,母亲吐出最后一口气,弃尘世而去了。她满脸安详平和,静静地睡在那里,任我们给她换了上路的新装,一副无怨无悔的尊容。我没有落泪,只是默默地为她打点着上路的一切,当所有的该做的都做完后,我记得是两天后的8月13日早晨,送她来到火葬场。就在她行将发生质的变化跨入那道门槛时,我的心似乎也要变成烧出的灰 AD 1993 On the morning of August 11, at 7:10 am, when the sun in the east was rising, her mother spit her last breath and left the world. Her face calm and peaceful, quietly sleeping there, let us change her on the road to the new dress, a regretless respect. I did not shed any tears. I just silently punched her for what was on the road. When all this was done, I remember that on the morning of August 13, two days later, she was taken to the crematorium. As soon as she is about to make a qualitative change into the threshold, my heart seems to be turned into a burned ash