家,是一个牵挂。伤病了,我们一起疼痛,回忆了,我们一起品尝,任性了,我们彼此宽容,畏惧了,我们彼此勉励。母亲的胃昨天晚上,母亲告诉我,她多吃了点芋头,感觉胃又有点胀痛,整个心房开始堵塞了。精神有些萎靡,心情有些烦躁,头脑开始胡思乱想,头重脚轻,周遭人事尽是些咄咄逼人的芒刺。然后自己念叨:都快七年,怎么还没痊愈啊,我才刚六十岁,难道如同废人一般地生活吗?我不甘心啊……说完便在镜子前默默地注视着自己形同枯槁的身体,往 Home, is a worry. Injuries, we pain, memories, we taste together, wayward, and we tolerate each other, fear, and we encourage each other. Mother’s stomach Last night, my mother told me that she ate a bit of taro, feel a little pain in the stomach, and the entire atrium started to clog. Some of the spirit of the malaise, feeling a little irritable, the mind began cranky, top-heavy, around the personnel are doing some aggressive barbed. Then I talk about myself: almost seven years, how not yet healed, ah, I was only sixty years old, is it as dead as general life? I am not willing ah ... ... finished in front of the mirror quietly watching their own dry with the same Body, toward