将她接走大年初二,我又一次来看她。老屋里很暗,她整个人裹在被子里,露出的脸像是风霜里的黑茄子,甚至看不清眼睛和鼻子的位置。我跨到她床前,来不及告诉她我是谁,泪就哗啦啦落下来。她扭着脸看我,很奇怪地问:“是谁啊,谁来了?”我不敢说话,怕声音会哽咽。她连我 She took the New Year’s Eve, I see her again. The old house was very dark. Her whole body was wrapped in a blanket, revealing like a black eggplant in the wind, without even seeing the eyes and nose. I straddled her bed, no time to tell her who I am, tears fall crash. She twisted her face to see me, very strange to ask: “Who, who is coming? ” I can not speak, afraid of the voice will choked. She even me