引子父亲死了,祖母活着。2013年中元节前一天,祖母九十岁生日,我回乡为老人祝寿。祖母这个月轮到四叔家赡养。去看她时,她坐在床头,裸露的手脚活像干柴棒。自去年跌了一跤后,她再也没有站起来。我心情复杂地望着她。近在咫尺,却感觉和她隔着一座山,横着一条河。在她眼里,我有她年轻时的模样,她在我眼里,我预见自己将要老去的容颜。 Yin father died, grandmother alive. On the day before the Chinese yuan festival in 2013, my grandmother was 90th birthday and I returned home to wish my elders happy birthday. Grandmother this turn four uncle support. When she went to see her, she sat on the bed, bare hands and feet like a dry stick. She has not stood up ever since her fall last year. I looked at her in complex mood. Close at hand, but feel and across from her across a mountain, a river sideways. In her eyes, I have her young appearance, she is in my eyes, I foresee the face they will be old.