大姐的第一个婚礼,是那样的沉寂,沉寂得有些惨淡,有些凄凉。至今我还十分清晰的记得,喜房里,一张由十六个土基搭起的竹片床,坐上去得小心翼翼的,不然,它一定会吱呀吱呀的响个不停。不知是父母亲哪年买的毡子,平平地铺在草席上,它看上去已经陈旧和褪色,灰中带点淡淡的暗红。整张床上,唯一带点喜气的就是爸妈结婚时用过的大红花带绿叶的花被子,它被整齐地叠放在床上,小小的窗上没有 Sister’s first wedding, is so quiet, silence was a bit bleak, some bleak. So far, I still remember very clearly that in the hi room, a bamboo bed set up by sixteen beds of earth would sit carefully and cautiously. Otherwise, it would surely creak. I do not know which year the parents bought blankets, flat on the mat, it looks old and faded ash with a touch of dark red. The whole bed, the only point of festivity is used when parents married the red flower green leaf quilt, it neatly stacked in bed, there is no small window