窗外下了一场小雨,淅淅沥沥,但很快又停了。我在整理一些旧稿,都是一二十年前的,泛着黄色。突然,我看到一份医院死亡证明书,心不由地抽搐了一下。转眼间,母亲已去世整整10年!母亲,一个难以用语言形容的伟大词语。她是给予我们生命的人,又是领着我们走向社会,展翅飞翔的人。2004年10月,那时我已7年没回家乡。84岁的老母亲正生病住院,确诊为癌症晚期。在母亲生命的最后一刻,我终于来到她的身边。医疗已经进入“死马当作活马医”的阶段。在医院艰难挣扎了 Under the window a light rain, lingering, but soon stopped. I’m finishing some old drafts, all of them one or two decades ago, glowing yellow. Suddenly, I saw a hospital death certificate, involuntarily twitch it. In an instant, the mother has died a full 10 years! Mother, a difficult language to describe the great words. She is the one who gives life to us and the one who leads us to society and spreads its wings. In October 2004, I had not returned home in seven years. 84-year-old mother is hospitalized, diagnosed as advanced cancer. At the last minute of my mother’s life, I finally came to her side. Medical has entered the “dead horse as a living horse” stage. Hard struggling in the hospital