我母亲生活在一个没有安全感的世界里。母亲最怕的不是黑暗,而是人。有一天,她做了个梦,她说她要走了,于是她就走了,她静静地躺在冰凉的水泥台子上,头顶缝合了七针的伤口甚至还没有完全愈合……我一想起母亲,耳边便回旋着母亲总是慌里慌张的一声叮咛:悄悄的!人来了……居委会的人进院子里来了。“李嫂,开会!”那一瞬间,母亲的面色苍白如纸,她如一只惊弓之鸟,慌慌张张地躺到床上去了,抖抖地给自己飞快 My mother lives in a world insecure. Mother is not the most afraid of the dark, but people. One day, she had a dream, she said she was leaving, so she left, she was lying quietly on a cold cement table, the top of the seven-stitch wound suture has not even completely healed ... ... I Reminded of her mother, my ears will be swirling mother always panic in the panic cry: quietly! People come ... ... neighborhood committees into the courtyard. “Li Sao, meeting! ” That moment, her mother pale pale, she was like a frightened bird, lying in bed in panic, shaking to himself fast