夜,黑漆漆的,没有一丝光亮,让人感到恐惧。村东头那只破旧的喇叭正沙哑地播放着那首令人伤感的《白发亲娘》。……娘啊娘,啊!白发亲娘……那动情的歌声在空旷的山野中传散开来,显得格外的悲凉,忍不住潸然泪下。娘正在屋里收拾行李,明天她就要到百里之外的成都打工去了。这对一个已年过四十,苦难岁月早就耗费了她太多精力的瘦弱的妇人来说,是多么的残酷和悲哀啊!我走进屋里,昏黄的灯光下娘正将那一件件穿 Night, dark, no light, people feel scared. The shabby trumpet in the village’s east head is playing hoarsely on the sad “White Hair Mother”. ... Niang Niang Niang, ah! The white-haired mother ... that the singing song spread in the open mountains, it seems extra sad, could not help but shed tears. The mother is packing her luggage in the room. Tomorrow she will have to go to work outside of Chengdu. This is a cruel and sad thing for a emaciated woman who has already spent forty years and has spent too much time on her in hardship years! I walked into the house and my mother gave it to her in a dim light. Pieces worn