不知怎的,近来我会常常想起我的姑女矣母也。那一双小脚迈出历史的沧桑,那一只小烟袋吐出人生的哀怨,那因早年守寡而养成的固执与倔犟,那不因命运的颠簸而褪色的善良,都时不时出现在我的梦境中。命运对姑女矣母也是不公的。生于上世纪初的她因家道殷实,随着几个哥哥在家读了几? Somehow, I often think of my aunt and aunt recently. The pair of small feet took the historical vicissitudes of life. That little cigarette bag spit out the plaintive grief of life. The stubbornness and stubbornness that was cultivated because of the early years of widowhood, the goodness that did not fade due to the bumpy fate, all appeared in my dreams from time to time. in. Fate is unfair to aunts and aunts. She was born at the beginning of the last century because of her family’s honesty. How many of her brothers read at home?