这五个温情的字眼可是经常在我脑海刻成一条条印痕,划出一道道伤口。当再敲下眼前的这五个字时,我的血在脉管里流出慌张,经脉痉挛着。我深知,文字是苍白无力的,就算艰难成行成文,也并不成意成味。就是十五年前,父亲就着木条和铁钉,纱窗与窗户便在新住处亲密结合了。就在一年多前,纱窗又被我拆下来了。新住房与老家旧房相望不过二十余米。乡村的夏夜,蚊子特多。听母亲描 The five warm words but often engraved in my mind a piece of mark, draw a road wound. When you knock down the five words in front of my blood flow in the veins of the panic, meridians spasm. I know very well that the text is pale and weak, and even if it is hard to write down, it does not mean to taste. Fifteen years ago, my father was wearing wooden nails and iron nails, screens and windows in the new residence intimate combination. Just over a year ago, the screens were again removed by me. New houses and old homes across the house, but more than twenty meters. Village summer night, mosquito Trinidad and Tobago. Listen to the mother