春雨一连下了好几天。不大,也不小,像断了线的珍珠,从天空洒向大地。吃好晚饭,正准备上楼时,祖母叫住了我。她把我和木子领到她房里。昏暗的灯光洒落在我身上,房间里有一股难闻的腐烂味。祖母慢慢蹲下身子,从床底下拉出了一个纸箱。“是柿饼。”木子叫道。祖母拿了两小袋柿饼,左手撑着床,许久,才站了起来。“这袋给你,这袋给木 Spring rain for several days. Small, not small, like a broken pearl, splashed from the sky to the earth. Eat dinner, is preparing to go upstairs, my grandmother stopped me. She took me and Muzi to her room. The dim light spilled on me with an unpleasant decaying smell in the room. Grandmother slowly squat body, pulled out a carton from under the bed. ”Is a persimmon. “ Muzi cried. Grandmother took two small bags of persimmons, his left hand propped the bed for a long time before he stood up. ”This bag for you, this bag to wood