太婆死了。我安静地站在角落,看着陌生或不陌生的人来来往往,互相问候、寒暄。看着太婆的儿女们跪着哭着,声音震天动地、撕心裂肺,我不知道是不是只有这样才能凸显他们对太婆离去的不舍。旁边有人劝了一阵子,跪在地上的儿女们于是擦了眼泪,变戏法似的从嘴角浮出一丝笑意,开始对宾客们劝食——在家乡,送丧之前,照例每人都要吃上一碗面食或团子。一旁,大姨匆匆走过,口中念叨着:“淘淘呢?这死狗!”边说边跺着脚到处看。淘淘是姑 Mother is dead. I quietly stood in the corner, watching strangers or strangers come and go, greet each other, greeting. The sons and daughters who watched the grandmother cried kneeling and crying, their voices trembling, heart piercing, I do not know if it was the only way to highlight their dislike of the mother-in-law's departure. Next to someone persuaded for a while, kneeling on the ground so the children wiped their tears, juggle like a smile rising from the mouth, began to persuade guests - in the hometown, funeral, as usual, everyone should eat A bowl of pasta or dumpling. Side, Aunt hurried past, mouth talking about: “Tao Tao it? The dead dog!” Tao Amoy is aunt