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2014年6月中旬,我携妻将子踏上故土的时候,泪眼再次模糊了。年近七旬的大哥,一遍又一遍地在娘面前念叨:娘,这是您的五儿,您的五儿带着老婆孩子从北京来看您了。娘看看我,笑笑;再看看我,笑笑。大嫂子手指着我,问娘:他是谁呀?娘又是笑笑,然后露出唯一还健在的门牙,蠕动着上下嘴唇,用双手摸着我的右手,拉住我,问:俺就是好忘事,他大哥,你是谁来?我疑惑了,甚至有些恼怒。娘,我是您的亲儿子呀,您的第五个成年的儿子!怎么成他
In mid-June 2014, when I took my wife to my hometown, my eyes were once again blurred. Nearly seventy brother, over and over again in front of Niang nagging: Mother, this is your five children, your five children with a wife and children came to see you from Beijing. Mother look at me, smile; look at me, smile. My sister-in-law pointed at me and asked her: Who is he? The mother is laughing again, and then exposing the only remaining incisor, creeping up and down her lips, touching my right hand with both hands, holding me and asking: I’m good Forget, his brother, who are you? I wondered, and even some angry. Mother, I am your son, your fifth adult son!