母亲不识字。我曾问过母亲不识字的感受,母亲说跟没有眼睛一样。说这话时,我还是幻想满天飞的少年,识了几个字就手捧书本,无端闲愁,想象不出没有眼睛的黑是一种怎样的黑,大概如童年时代的一派混沌吧,似乎也没什么不好。直到有一天,我读到季羡林那篇《赋得永久的悔》,被文中那份“树欲静而风不止,子 Mother is illiterate. I once asked my mother how she was illiterate and her mother said that she had no eyes. When I say these words, I am still a fantasy teenager, know a few words on hand books, unrestrained, imagine no black eyes is a kind of black, probably as a childhood chaos, it seems Nothing bad either. Until one day, I read Ji Xianlin that ”endowed with permanent regret“, was the text share ”