我母亲的床下一直放着一块石头,它外表光滑,布满了深浅不一的纹络,这块椭圆形石头说不上哪儿中看,也说不出哪儿奇特。这块石头在我母亲那张老式木床下安静地呆了四十多年,就连包在外面的红绸也被如水的岁月漂洗得斑斑驳驳。有一天,这块石头被我老公打扫卫生的时 My mother’s bed stood a rock, its smooth appearance, covered with different shades of the texture, this oval-shaped stone can not tell where to look, it can not tell where strange. The stone was quietly under my mother’s old wooden bed for more than forty years, and even the red silk wrapped outside was rinsed by water and stained with time. One day, this stone was cleaned by my husband when health