我挑着柴火还没到家门口,夏天的夜色就已完全掩盖了我们的村庄。我身后,跟着我的弟弟陈军,他也扛着一小捆柴火。为了赶上我的步伐,他步履散乱,气喘吁吁。我停住脚步,等了等他,待他赶上了,便又催促他:“快点,天黑得看不见路了。”陈军喘着粗气,有些埋怨:“够快的了,反正天已经黑了。”我们趁着夜色赶到家门口时,我蒙眬看见我家的大门口聚满了人头,还听见了从屋子里飘出来的女人的哭声。我知道,那是我母亲在哭。过去,我时常听见母亲的哭泣声,每次哭在父亲手下的母亲,都哭得小心谨慎,断断续续。但这一回, I picked the firewood not yet home, the summer night has completely covered our village. Behind me, follow my brother Chen Jun, he also carries a small bundle of firewood. In order to catch up with my pace, he was disorganized and breathless. I stopped and waited for him, waiting for him to catch up, then urged him: “Hurry, dark can not see the road. ” Chen Jun panting, some complain: “fast enough And anyway, the sky is already dark. ”When we arrived at the door of the house in the darkness of night, I looked around and saw the entrance of my house full of human head, and I heard the crying of a woman floating out of the room. I know, that is my mother is crying. In the past, I often heard my mother crying, crying cautiously and intermittently whenever I cried to my father’s mother. But this time,