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每次听到母亲房间里的钟声,我感到时光仿佛是从过去走过来的,那么遥远,那么恍惚。仿佛时间深藏在老人的呓语里。这是一只深红色的木制钟,放在靠床边的桌子上,母亲有时坐在床上出神地望着钟摆来回晃动。我默默地站在一旁深深地感受到这是母亲的时间,也是我的时间。母亲今年八十四岁了,不太爱说话,对孤独也不怎么反感,她用沉默隔开了一些往事,她很少对她的儿女说过去发生过的一些事,那么多的往事几乎是完整的封锁在她的内心。她常站在窗口朝外面望,窗外有几株老树,几间陈旧的房子,不开阔,
Every time I hear the bells in my mother’s room, I feel like the time came from the past, so distant, so trance. As if the time is hidden in the old man’s language. This is a dark red wooden clock on the bedside table, the mother sometimes sitting in bed staring at the pendulum swinging back and forth. I stood silently and deeply felt that it was my mother’s time and my time. Her mother, who is 84 at the age of 84, does not like talking very much and does not feel so lonely about loneliness. She uses silence to separate past events. She seldom tells her children something happened in the past, so many past events are almost Complete blockade in her heart. She often stood looking out the window, there are several old trees outside the window, a few old houses, not open,