母亲离开我们已经许久了,但在我的手机里,依然保留着她的电话号码……每每看到这11个阿拉伯数字,就会想起母亲病危的那些日子,清晰如昨。每天早晨,我习惯在7:30分前到达母亲家去探望她。那天是一年中最冷的日子,数九寒冬。母亲早已起床了,她早已习惯在这个时间等候我的到来,她把自己收拾得利利索索,虽然年过八旬,却一直保持着整洁的习惯。看到我进屋,母亲就从厨房里端来桂圆、栗子放在我面前。虽然我已年过不惑,但母 The mother left us for a long time, but still holding her number on my cell phone ... Every time I saw these 11 Arabic numerals, I was reminded of those days when my mother was in critical condition, as clearly as yesterday. Every morning I am used to visiting her mother’s home before 7:30 am to visit her. That day is the coldest day of the year, counting the winter. The mother had already got up, and she had long been used to waiting for my arrival at this time. She had collected her own wisdom and kept a neat habit though over eighty years old. When I came in, my mother came to the longan from the kitchen, with the chestnuts in front of me. Although I have been overwhelmed, but mother