我戴着手套的双手插在口袋里。冬日的风有点冷,吹着她的脸。她的短发毛毛糙糙的,有些枯黄,被汗沾湿。她侧了侧脸,笑着问我:“冷吗?”我摇了摇头,却不说话。她将右手上的画夹转到了左手,空出的右手伸向了我的颈后,帮我把领子朝上翻起。“把领子翻起来,可以暖和一点。”我点了点头。周围没有一个人看我们这对普通的母女。在冷风中,慢慢走到了十字路口,停下脚步,她又把左手的重物分了一些给右手。“要我帮忙吗?”我 My hands in my gloves were in my pocket. The winter wind is a bit cold, blowing her face. Her short hair is rough, some yellow, sweaty. She flanked her face and smiled and asked me: “Cold?” I shook my head and did not speak. She turned the clip on the right hand to the left hand, the empty right hand extended to my neck and helped me turn the collar up. “Turn the collar up, you can warm a little. ” I nodded. No one around us to see our ordinary mother and daughter. In the cold, slowly walked to the crossroads, stopped, she left the weight of the left hand to the right hand. “Do you want me to help? ” I