冬寒,雪是鸟雀逃窜时掉下的白色羽毛,在一丝不挂的枯树间纷飞。村外的田野已经隆起白茫茫的一派粉雕玉琢,俯冲到了门槛。积雪已经被早起的母亲铲尽扫干了,像时间的污垢堆在一旁。我呵着气,穿过院子,去厨房吃早餐。母亲坐在灶口,暗红色的火光幽幽地晃动,肆无忌惮地舔在她暗黄的脸上。母亲对我笑了笑,我看见她穿起了那件嫁衣。嫁衣,是母亲二十五年前结婚时的衣服。黑色的腈纶布料,长袖,大圆扣一直扣到衣角,除却两肩隆起的肩头,样式丝毫看不出是二十多年前的衣服。母亲自豪地说,这是当年父亲特地 Winter cold, the snow is a white feather bird escape escape, withered in the dead tree between the fly. The field outside the village has been uplifted a vast white flourishing jade cut, dive to the threshold. The snow has been scraping away from the mother who got up early, like the time of dirt pile aside. I humbly, through the yard, go to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Mother sitting in the kitchen mouth, dark red flickering rock, unscrupulous lick in her dark yellow face. My mother smiled at me and I saw her wearing that wedding dress. Wedding dress, the mother’s wedding clothes twenty-five years ago. Black acrylic fabric, long sleeves, big round buckle has been buckle to the clothing, except shoulder shoulders uplift, the style did not see is 20 years ago clothes. Mother proudly said that this was my father’s special