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开幕·一春梦雨常飘瓦上香的这位,是我的母亲。透过殿内昏沉的灯火,我察觉到了她老去的迹象。这种衰老是她日夜使用的云母粉所无法抵挡的。由内而外,层层剥落,像是一只失去了水分的西洋葱。她的这身衣服是尚服局今天清晨刚刚送至的。朱红的,明黄的,湖绿的缎子,统统都是掩饰年龄的颜色。抹胸上绣着牡丹与蝶,外裳则是她十年如一日所钟爱的百鸟朝凤纹样——娇媚绰约的莺莺燕燕在中心那只巨大凤鸟的映衬下显得无比孱弱。她喜欢堆高高的发髻。实际上,她早已承受不了如
The opening of a spring rain often dripping fragrant this, is my mother. Through the dim light in the temple, I sensed signs of her aging. This aging is mica powder used by her day and night can not resist. From the inside out, layers of peeling, like a loss of water onions onions. Her body clothes are still serving service bureau earlier this morning sent. Vermilion, bright yellow, lake green satin, all are to hide the color of age. Embroidered with peonies and butterflies on the top of the brassiere, the outer clothes are the birds of paradise they loved in ten years. The delicate and graceful Yingying Yan Yan looks very weak under the giant phoenix bird in the center. She likes to pile tall hair. In fact, she could not bear it any longer