你的面庞早已记不太清,只能通过那张高高悬挂于墙上的黑白照片来回忆。依稀记得你靠躺在床头,花白而柔软的头发落在乌黑的床沿上,饱受病痛折磨的脸上更显苍老,曾经在微黄的老照片中还是白如玉脂的双手,也已爬满了皱褶,无力地垂在床边。当年,我还是个不懂事的小孩,会哭、会闹,而你从来不曾呵斥过我。有一次,我调皮地弄坏了你喜爱的东西,母亲气极,竟 Your face is long gone, but can only be recalled by the black-and-white photo hanging high on the wall. Vaguely remember that you rely on lying on the bed, white and soft hair fell on the edge of the dark bed, suffering from pain and more severe old face, once in the yellow old photos or white jade fat hands, have also been covered Wrinkled, weakly hanging at the bedside. That year, I was a naive child, crying, going to trouble, and you never scold me. Once, I playfully spoil your favorite things, my mother is angry, actually