多年前,曾祖母还住在村上的老宅子里。有个残冬的雨天,她在小院里侍弄花草,在石阶上跌了一跤,便再也走不动路了。那时我还在村里念初中,每到周末就和母亲去看她。她躺在一张靠窗的木床上,透过窗子凝望着小院。我坐在她身边的时候,她便问 Many years ago, great-grandmother also lived in the old house in the village. There is a mournful winter rainy day, she is in the small yard flirting with flowers, a drop in the stone steps, it will no longer walk. At that time I was still in junior high school junior high school, every weekend and her mother went to see her. She lay on a wooden bed by the window, staring at the courtyard through the window. When I sat with her, she asked