1春节临近的一天,曹老汉又仔细端详着镜中的脸面,轻轻叹了口气。都说岁月是把杀猪刀,一点都不假。这张脸面,就像一张被反复腌制又拿去烈日暴晒数日的猪头皮,既灰暗又干枯,甚至还赖着无数醒目的黑斑,雪上加霜般刺痛他的心房。倏地,他眼前一亮,注意力又集中到了曾经引以为豪的眉毛上。这眉毛已经灭了往日的神气,像两根烧尽了的木炭,干涩,毫无光彩可言。若仔细查看,其实有好几根眉毛已经扛不住岁月的风霜,渐渐转黑为白。这是星星之白,可以燎原。或许过不了多久,就变成白茫茫一片了,眉毛便 1 Chinese New Year approaching day, Cao old man carefully examined the face in the mirror, gently sighed. Say that the years are killing knives, that is not fake. This face is like a pig scalp that has been repeatedly salted and taken to the sun for days. It is both dark and dry, and even depends on countless striking dark spots that have worsened his atrium. He suddenly shines, his attention focused on the once proud of the eyebrows. This eyebrows have extinguished the past, like the two charcoal burned, dry, no light at all. If you look carefully, in fact, several eyebrows have not carried the years of the wind and frost, and gradually turn black to white. This is the white star, you can start a prairie fire. May not be long before, it becomes a vast expanse of the eyebrows