陈阿婆颤巍巍地兀立门前的枣树下,手里捧着一把红彤彤的大枣。一双浑浊锈滞的眼睛定定地凝望着通往村外的公路。瘦弱佝偻的身躯如一棵稻草在风中飘摇,银白色的花发像雪花般在风中飘拂。那凝然的神态犹如一座雕像耸立,又如历尽沧桑的枣树屹立于门前。我是傍晚碰见陈阿婆的。她见到我,眯着眼睛,瘪着凹陷没牙齿的嘴,脸上的皱纹纵横交错,像苍老的枣树皮,微笑着:“回来看你妈 Chen Sao trembling in front of the jujube tree, holding a handful of red jujube. A pair of turbid rusty eyes staring at the road leading to the village. The body of a thin, slender body such as a straw swaying in the wind, silvery white flowers like snowflakes floating in the wind. That imposing demeanor looks like a statue stands, and if experienced jujube tree stands in front of the door. I met Mrs. Chen in the evening. She saw me, squinted, depressed, toothless mouth, his face wrinkled criss-cross, like the old jujube bark, smiling: ”back to see your mother