乌鲁木齐的雪如栀子花瓣般孱弱。一朵朵,飘浮,坠落,正中麦穗的眉心。一朵雪化成了一颗棕色的痣,痣被冬风一吹,又晕开成了那么一湾婆娑的胎记,深深烙在扁平的额头上。外婆想要一个男孩的愿望又一次破灭。1我从她的子宫里挣脱之时,冬天的乌鲁木齐飘了第一场雪。她紧紧怀抱着我,而我始终紧闭着眼睛,她说我的睫毛很长很密。 Urumqi snow like gardenia petals weak. Blossoming, floating, crashed, middle ear wheat eyebrows. A snow turned into a brown mole, the mole was a winter wind blowing, and then dizzy into a bay whirling birthmark, deeply branded in the flat forehead. Grandmother wishes for a boy once again burst. 1 When I got out of her womb, Urumqi in winter floated the first snow. She hugged me tightly, and I always closed her eyes, she said my eyelashes are very long and very dense.