14年前,我的母亲就是在一个干冷的冬季永远离开了我们。也是在17年前一个干冷的冬季,我的娘亲一夜起来半身不遂了。她在病榻之上煎熬了三年,始于高血压,殁于脑血栓。每每想起往事,心里五味杂陈。我的老泰山,也是在冬天永远撒手远去。他是殁于肺纤维,听说是癌中之癌。每年正月初二,我们从四面八方聚拢过去的时候,老丈人是要亲自下厨的,他的拿手好菜就是蒸碗子。三年前,他已经没有下厨的能力了。接着是怕冷,稍有寒意,他就没完没了地喘。为此,我们费尽心思,每到 14 years ago, my mother left us forever in a dry winter. It was 17 years ago, a dry winter, my niece kissing half-done overnight. She had been suffering from the illness for three years, starting with high blood pressure and cerebral thrombosis. Often remembered the past, my heart mixed feelings. My old Taishan, is always in the winter to give up. He is 殁 in the lung fiber, I heard that cancer in the cancer. On the second day of the first lunar month each year, when we gather from all directions, the Lao Zhangren cooks his own dishes, and his good dishes are steamed bowls. Three years ago, he had no ability to cook. Then cold, a little chill, he endless breathing. To this end, we tried hard, every time