记得我在平原读书的时候,母亲从一百多里外的老家来看我。母亲坐在我们宿舍的大通铺上,让我把上衣脱下来。上衣的领子已经起了破茬儿。她掀开她的大襟,里面的衣角上别着大、中、小三根针。她一针一针地缝着,花白的头发浴着学生宿舍那昏黄的灯光。同学们回来后,纷纷围拢过来,有个小个子同学,竟让泪水在他窄窄的小脸上挂满了。 I remember reading in the plain when my mother came to see me from more than a hundred miles away from home. Mother sitting in our quarters Chase, let me take off my coat. The collar of the coat has been broken stubble. She opened her placket, inside the clothes do not have big, medium and small three needles. She sewed stitch with gauzy hair bathing in the dim light of the dormitory. After the classmates came back, they all came together in circles. There was a small classmate who actually let tears hang around his narrow face.