1月亮般大小的旧圆凳,藤面,坐上去有种轻微的回应,如有了生命。我坐在它的上面,感受着它的接纳,像把身心都给了它。而母亲,在我两米之外。母亲没坐凳子,就坐在那道老门槛上,看上去比我低矮,母亲的威严却如权柄,让我有种流放的感觉。最远的流放不是距离,是人心。但我还是从 A moon-sized old stool, rattan noodles, sit up a kind of slight response, if there is life. I sat on it, feeling its acceptance, like to give it to both body and mind. And mother, two meters away from me. The mother did not sit on the stool, sat on the old threshold that looks lower than me, but the majesty of the mother as authority, let me kind of exile feeling. Exile is not the furthest distance, it is the heart. But I still from