祖母的最后一天是在腊月。一个飘着雪花的早晨,祖母从炕上坐起来,披了袄,先伸手去摸她的旱烟袋——这是她每天睁开眼的第一件事,等一袋烟抽完了,她才正式穿衣下炕。可这天,她便感到了异常:照例是一阵近乎窒息的咳喘,痰总算咳出来了,一口接一口,一阵痛快过后,她看到了咳出的东西呈棉絮状喷洒在脚下,当时已经走到门口的祖母像有人架着她一样,又转身回到了炕上。这天当她再次闭上眼的时候,她的身体渐渐变凉,就像门外冷寂 The last day of grandma is in the twelfth lunar month. A snow-covered morning, grandmother sat up from the kang, put on a jacket, first reach out and touch her bongs - this is the first thing she opened her eyes every day, when a bag of cigarettes smoked, she was formal Clothing under the kang. But this day, she felt abnormal: as usual, a nearly asphyxia of cough and asthma, phlegm finally coughed out, one by one, after a while happy, she saw something coughed sprayed at the foot of cotton, was already walking Grandmother to the door as someone racked her, and turned back to the kang. When she closed her eyes again the other day, her body became cooler, just like the silence outside