吱呀吱呀,床被娘摇得唱起了欢快美妙的歌。娘老眼昏花满头白发。娘皮包骨头瘦骨嶙峋。娘成了一根被枯枝挑起的衣架,风一吹,就飘呀飘摇呀摇。咳,咳,咳……娘咳起来浑身发抖像在筛刚打下的秕谷,娘每咳一次就像有一把又扁又小的秕子漏下来,白的白红的红黑的黑紫的紫,五彩斑斓,洒了一地。 Oh, oh oh, the bed was shaken up and sang a nice song. Nanny dizzy white hair. Bare skinny bones. Mother had become a hanger that was picked up by dry branches. When the wind blows, she flutters and shakes. The cough, the cough, the cough ... The mother coughed and shuddered like a tremella that had just been laid in the sieve. Every time the mother coughed, it was like a small, flat tweezers leaking. The white, white, red, black, black, and violet. Purple, colorful, sprinkled all over the place.