阳光像漫天飞舞的金色翅膀。妈妈坐在屋檐下,摘下老花镜, 仰脸,侧耳,双目微闭。阳光照在她满是皱纹的脸上。她太专注了,以至于我走到她身边她也不知道。“妈,晒太阳呢。”“没有,我在听歌,马蜂唱歌昵。”妈妈乐呵呵地直起了身子,把小板凳让给我,要我坐下, The sun is like a golden wing flying around. Mom sat under the eaves and took off her reading glasses. She looked up, leaned on her ears, and her eyes were closed. The sun shines on her wrinkled face. She was so focused that she didn’t know when I walked to her side. “Mom, sun.” “No, I was listening to the song. The wasp sang.” My mother straightened up, gave me a bench, and asked me to sit down.