一1999年初夏,一天下午,母亲去地里收菜回来,她蹬着的农用三轮车翻倒在路边的水沟。侧翻的车压住了她。满地奔跑、叫喊着的土豆、莴苣、茄子和青瓜压住了她。她费了好大劲才从车身下爬出来。揉着手臂,她听到了里面骨头碎裂的声音。碎裂的骨头隔了一层皮肤在她的指头下滑动,像是要支棱到外面来。她奇怪的是怎么没有了痛,就好像她在揉着的是一节枯枝,或者一截锄柄。母亲坐在翻转的农用三轮车旁边,要把她的痛找回来。然而,痛,突然地,不期而至地到来时,她连站起来迈出一脚的力气也没有了。她坐着。坐着。不知坐了多 In the early summer of 1999, one afternoon in the afternoon, her mother returned to her farm and she tossed a farm tricycle upside down on the roadside ditch. Rollover car pressed her. Running around, shouting potatoes, lettuce, eggplant and cucumbers suppressed her. She spent a great deal of energy to climb out of the car. Rubbed his arm, she heard the sound of bones broken inside. Fragmented bones slipped under her finger across the skin, like the ribs were coming out. She wondered why she had no pain, as if she was rubbing a dead branch, or a hoe. Mother sitting next to the tricycle turning over, want to get her back pain. However, she had no strength to stand up and take a stand when pain came suddenly and unexpectedly. She sat. Sitting I do not know sitting more