母亲梳两条辫子,齐腰长,乌黑瓷亮,在蓝底白色小碎花围裙那儿,甩来甩去成我仰望的岁月。尾随母亲的大白鹅,总会趁母亲转身的瞬间偷啄我手里的饼干,然后晃动着肥硕的尾翼掉头就跑。我不用费力去追,只是站在那儿,闭着眼睛仰脸嚎哭,母亲就会把一包饼干都递在我手里,还用一双粗糙的手抚摸我的脸,痒 Her mother combed two braids, waist length, black porcelain bright, white little floral apron on the blue there, thrown away into my years of years. Big white goose followed the mother, always take advantage of the moment the mother turned to steal peck my hand cookie, and then sway the fat tail to run away. I do not have to go after it, just standing there, crying with my eyes closed, my mother will give me a bag of cookies in my hand, touching my face with a pair of rough hands, itchy