那是一张照片,嵌在一个朴素的白色相框里,四四方方,周围的白边已变成淡黄色。照片里,她在大冬天里呼着白气,一只爬满了老茧的手举在空中,轻轻地挥动着,和我们道别,她的额头上小山一般堆起的皱纹,压得眼睛只剩下了一条小小的缝。古铜色的脸上,有着几块铜锈似的老人斑。她的嘴角仿佛扬了起来,但是却被绳索 It was a photograph, embedded in a simple white photo frame, square, surrounded by the white edge has become pale yellow. In the picture, she whipped white air in big winter, a hand full of calluses was raised up in the air, waving gently, saying goodbye to us, the wrinkles on her forehead that had been piled up on the hill, pressing her eyes Left a small seam. Bronze face, with a few rusty spots like the elderly. Her mouth seems to be raised, but it is roped