夜,石村,静谧安详。偶尔几声狗吠或混着腻腻的呓语,只有山垭那轮残月听得仔细,便笑吟吟在山那边隐去。石天鸿掰指头算,这天应是农历的冬月初八,赶腊八还有整整一月,母亲终没有等到她过生日这一天走了。也就是后晌母亲蜡黄着脸,眨巴着十分困倦,行将去矣的眼睛。他守在母亲身边日子久了,知道她有话要说,便轻轻把耳朵凑上去,母亲几乎是在气语,仅仅只有他能听到。母亲说“回石村”之后就永远闭上了睿 Night, stone village, quiet serenity. Occasionally several dogs barking or mixed with greasy whisper, only the mountain crescent moon heard carefully, they smile Yin hidden in the mountains over there. Shi Tianhong breaking finger count, this day should be the eighth day of the eighth month of the Lunar New Year, catch the Laba there is a whole month, the mother did not wait until her birthday on the day gone. That is, mother waxy face, blinking very sleepy, going to carry on the eyes. As he stood by his mother for a long time, knowing that she had something to say, she gently leaned her ear and her mother was almost in the air, only he could hear it. Mother said “back to the stone village” will always be closed after Rui