一2012年深冬,舅舅走了。他把灵魂交给了梦,一梦向北,徒留一具肉身,从此,肉身开始天长地久地酣眠。我唤他不醒,摇他不动,摸他鼻息一阵凉寒。我不仅没有眼泪,相反,一阵轻松。舅舅终于安眠。他的灵魂离开了我们。殡仪馆人员拖走他的肉身,并以最快的速度设置了一个灵堂。舅舅躺在灵柩中,身着灰色中山装,还戴着深蓝色的工人帽。他国字形的脸庞抹了白粉,嘴唇也许涂了一点颜色的口红。这样,睡着的他看上去回到他的中年,回到我对舅舅最初的记忆。这样,我看见他紧皱的眉头下 In the winter of 2012, my uncle left. He gave the soul to the dream, a dream to the north, leaving a flesh, from then on, the body began to sleep forever. I call him not wake up, shake him motionless, touch him breath while cold. Not only did I not have tears, on the contrary, a while relaxed. Uncle finally sleep. His soul left us. Funeral staff dragged away his body and set up a chapel at the fastest speed. Uncle lying in bullying, dressed in a gray tunic, but also wearing a dark blue worker’s hat. The face of his country wiped the white powder, lips may be painted a little color lipstick. So, asleep, he looks back to his middle age, back to my first memory of my uncle. In this way, I saw his wrinkled brow