指尖上的舞蹈“边上都烂了,怎戴啊?你看……”二哥站在雨檐下,扬着手里的斗笠,对母亲抱怨。母亲接过斗笠,迎着光,小心翼翼地摩挲着斗笠的边沿,“还好,还能用。不知道打篾的什么时候来耶。”母亲一面自言自语,一面又把斗笠递给了二哥。二哥十七岁就辍学务农了,懂事早,他知道,戴这样的斗笠下地干活,母亲比他还要发愁。二哥默默地接过斗笠,戴在头上,系好带子,赤着一双脚。“文才———你怎么不穿胶鞋啊?”母亲冲着二哥的背影 Dancing on the fingertips “The edges are rotten, how to wear ah? You see ... ” Brother standing under the rain eaves, holding the hands of the hats, the mother complained. Mother took the hats, facing the light, carefully rubbing the edge of the hats, “Fortunately, still can be used. Do not know when the fight to Jesus. ” Mother side to himself, while the hat Gave brother. At age seventeen, her older brother dropped out of school to work for agriculture. As early as he knew, he knew that wearing such hats would work hard and his mother would have to worry more than he did. Brother took the hat quietly, wear on his head, fasten the tape, bare one pair of feet. “Wencai --- why do not you wear rubber shoes ah? ” Mother directed at his brother’s back