她是我的初恋,也是我的苦恋。农历正月二十八日凌晨五时许,天还未亮,雄鸡还未报晓三遍,夜和黎明还在绞杀。一阵急促的电话声把我叫醒。“你快来,我妈没了!”当时我没听清,问:“谁没了?”他说:“丽丽她妈。我的初恋。”我又问:“啥时候?”答说刚才。放下电话,我如五雷轰顶,呆如木鸡,袜子未穿,扣子也没扣,敞着怀向她家跑去。 She is my first love, but also my love affair. On the 28th of the first lunar month, at five o’clock in the morning, the sky is not yet clear, and the rooster has not declared it three times. The night and dawn are still strangling. A quick phone call woke me up. “You come, my mom is gone!” “I did not hear it then and asked:” Who did you? “” He said: “Lily her mother. My first love.” I asked again: “What time? ” Answer just now. Put down the phone, I was like thunderstruck, stay like wood chicken, socks did not wear, buttons did not buckle, open arms pregnant ran to her home.