母亲的手,在她走的两天前最后一次抚摸过我的头发。那时母亲已坐卧难安,整日闭着眼昏沉嗜睡却无眠。有一天她坐着,低头弓着腰身,呼吸短促困难,手脚和四肢都在发抖。母亲喃喃说:“我怕是不行了。”我伏在母亲腿上搂住她,想给她一点稳定气息的力量。母亲早已全没有了精气神,这时却抬起手,轻轻为我掸去头 Mother’s hand touched my hair the last time she was walking two days ago. At that time, my mother had been restless and sleepy with my eyes closed and drowsy. One day she sat, bowing down her waist, shortness of breath, shaking hands and feet and limbs. Mother murmured: “I’m afraid I can not do it. ” I volt her mother’s legs around her, want to give her a little strength to stabilize the atmosphere. The mother has long been no elite, then raised his hand, gently dusted my head