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要过新年了。上海的冬天还没有下过一场像样的雪,可是已经冷得叫人心悸。从老家三楼的露台上望出去,沉睡的大地毫无生气,需再过些时日,等到迎春的炮竹在它的上空响起,划破了这死寂,春天才会从梦里苏醒过来。我的母亲,我的爷爷和奶奶,一个一个,都等不及万物惺忪地醒来就陆续地离去,那时天空还没有飞鸟的踪迹……母亲的病因,我至今揣摩不透。那晚,不过一个平常的冬夜,她去邻舍讨教给我编织毛衣的花
New Year is coming. Shanghai has not had a decent winter in the snow, but it has been cold palpitations. Looking out from the terrace on the third floor of the hometown, the sleeping earth is lifeless. It takes some time to wait until the spring fireballs sounded above it, piercing this silence, and spring will wake up from the dream. My mother, my grandpa, and my grandmother, one by one, waited until all of a sudden woke up to leave, when there was no trace of the birds in the sky ... The cause of my mother, I still can not figure it out. That night, but an ordinary winter night, she went to my neighbors to ask me to knit sweaters flowers