父亲蹲在棺材头的空地上烧纸,他已经与所有的吵闹无关了,自己避出了一爿空间,始终蹲在那一心一意烧,烧纸叨念,一夜之间,他身上本来就不多的肉剐骨了一样,穿在身上的衣服空出了地方。背窄成一小条条了,后背驼成了锅底儿。他一心一意给老伴儿烧那九斤九两纸,一下一下抬起手拂去落在老伴儿照片上的纸灰,手里的细木棍来回扒拉烧跳起来的火苗。他的身子一动不动,盯着黑灰看,就像能在里面找到老伴的一粒扣或是一根头发,哪怕是老伴生前用来剪指甲的刀子,能拣出来,多好。他开始把烧出来的灰规规矩矩推到一边,就像给老伴打点上路前的 His father crouched on the empty coffin’s head, burning paper, he had nothing to do with all the noise, and he avoided a space, always squatting heart and heart, burning paper and paper, overnight, his body was not much meat 剐Like the bone, the clothes worn on the body vacated the place. Back narrow into a small article, after the camel became the end of the pot. He wholeheartedly burned his wife and children that nine kilograms of paper, once looked up and fell on his wife’s photo on the paper dust, the hands of the small wooden sticks back and forth to pull the burning flame. His body motionless, staring at the look of black and gray, like to find his wife a buckle or a hair, even if his wife used to cut nails knife, can pick it out, how good. He started pushing the burnt out grudges to the side, just as he had pre-empted his wife