母亲站在灶台边,把粘耗子一个个摆放在大铁锅里,一圈一圈摆得密密实实,盖好盖子后,坐在灶膛前的小板凳上,像有些累了眯着眼,头一低一绺白发飘下来,随着热气弥漫开来,母亲的身影一点点变得模糊,灶膛的火呼呼地着起来。那火快烧到母亲的脚边了,我想去扶起母亲,可身子怎么也动不了,我蠕动着嘴唇喊着妈妈……妈妈……可就是喊不出声 Mother standing on the edge of the stove, the sticky rats one by one placed in a large iron pan, wrapped around in circles dense, cover the lid, sitting in front of the stove bench, like some tired squinting , The first one low and the white hair float down, with the heat filled the air, the mother’s figure a little bit fuzzy, the stove’s fire whirling together. That fire quickly burned to the mother’s feet, and I want to go to prop up my mother, how can my body can not move, I cried lips shouting mother ... ... mom ... ... but can not shout