回家的路途遥远,需要坐火车,再转两次汽车,方能到达通向村口的那条小路。如此辗转几次倒车,很难估计到家的具体时间。可每年的腊月,当我坐着公交车踏上故乡的土地时,必能看见母亲推着她的三轮车,在等着我这个唯一在外的女儿回家。冬日凛冽的寒风撕扯着母亲的衣衫,她侧身遥望的姿势像一座雕像。我不知母亲在寒风中已等待了多长时间,只是在这数十年中,无论刮风下雪,那手搭凉棚朝汽车遥望的身 The way home is far away, you need to take the train, turn the car twice to reach the entrance to the village path. It is hard to estimate the exact time of your home by reversing this several times. But every year of the twelfth lunar month, when I take the bus to my hometown, I can see my mother pushing her tricycle waiting for my only daughter to go home. Winter cold wind tearing her mother’s clothes, she looked sideways posture like a statue. I do not know how long my mother has waited for in the cold, but during these decades,