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我匆匆闯过潮湿阴暗的街道赶往医院,坐在了母亲病房床旁边。母亲灰白的头发梳理得一丝不乱,双眼闭着,但不时微微颤动,仿佛正想着心事。我望着她暗忖:“母亲是否知道我来了?是否知道我是她儿子?”我把手伸到大衣的襟下,摸到一颗缝在里子上的旧纽扣,就在我胸口的上方。它是棕色的,扁圆形,曾缝在我穿
I hurried through the damp, dark streets to the hospital, sitting next to my mother’s ward. Mother gray hair combing a trace of chaos, eyes closed, but occasionally trembling, as if thinking of the mind. I looked at her secretly: “Does my mother know that I’m coming? Do you know that I am her son?” "I reached out to the bottom of my coat as I touched my old button on my back Above. It is brown, oblate, once sewn on to wear on me