娘,我回来了。人未进门,声音从门外窜了进来。大嗓门,是娘的那个大大咧咧的儿。娘的心颤了一下,又颤了一下。娘在堂屋的门边迎到儿,娘的围裙撩起,抹起眼睛。儿黑了瘦了。年纪大了,娘的眼睛有些不好使,左盯盯,右瞧瞧,娘那浑浊的眼里闪出一丝清澈的缝隙。就靠那一丝清澈的缝隙,娘似乎要把整个儿拉进去。 Mother, I’m back. People did not go in, the sound channeling in from the door came in. Big voice, that careless child that nurse. Mother’s heart tremor a bit, then tremor a bit. Mother at the door of the house to welcome children, mother’s apron lifted, wiping his eyes. Black and thin. Older, the mother’s eyes a bit not so good, staring left, right look, mother that muddy eyes flash a trace of clear cracks. Rely on the slightest crevice, my mother seems to pull the entire child in.