2011年3月11日,阴历二月初七,是母亲离开我们整整两周年的忌日。慈母张汪氏生于1909年2月20日,到前年今天辞世,足足生活了一百岁,堪称长寿之星。记得母亲去世第三天,当人们从堂屋里把她遗体送往县城东北火化场时,全家三代男女老小哭着、喊着、叫着、抱着、护着、拉着,不甘心让她的躯体从我们眼前永远消失。我趁机跪下身子,情不自禁俯身吻一下母亲枯瘦、蜡黄的额头,发觉她身子冰凉冰凉。惊讶瞥见离她右眼两指宽的鬓角,凝结着一颗透明的泪滴。泪滴 On the 11th of March 2011, the seventh day of the lunar month in February was the day of the mother’s departure from our full second anniversary. Wang’s mother was born on February 20, 1909, died the day before last year, a hundred years of full life, called the longevity of the stars. I remember the third day after her mother’s death, when people sent her body to the crematorium in the northeastern part of the county from the hall, the whole family, three generations of men and women cried, shouted, shouted, hugged, escorted, pulled and unwilling to let her The body disappears forever from our eyes. I took the opportunity to kneel down, can not help but bent over a kiss mother skinny, waxy forehead, found her body cold and cold. A glimpse of the horror from her right eye two fingers wide, condensation of a transparent teardrop. Teardrop