母亲是个手脚利索的农村妇女,干农活的时候身边总是刮着嗖嗖的凉风。我曾经幻想,如果她系着长长的裙带,那裙带一定得飘渺起来,像奔月的嫦娥,像踏着浮云的何仙姑,像挎着竹篮的观音菩萨。喂猪、做饭、腌咸菜、磨玉米,一天不闲着,或者可以说我家永远有她做不完的活计。因为想入非非的缘故,母亲忙家务的形象多少平添了一些神秘的色彩。 The mother is an agitated rural woman who always blows her whistling cool breeze around her farm. I once imagined that if she was wearing a long crook, the crook would have to wander up, like Chang’e flying to the moon, like Xiang Xiangu marching in a cloud, like the Guanyin Buddha with a bamboo basket. Feeding pigs, cooking, pickles, grinding corn, not idle for a day, or can say that my family will always have her endless activities. Because of the desire to enter the non-non-reason, the image of the mother busy housework added some mysterious color.