近几日,屋外细雨连绵。我因为感冒,头重脚轻,昏沉地躺在床上,奶奶用三层棉胎被子给我闷汗。我只觉得身体透不过气,像是被火燎着,噩梦连连下被惊醒,身后已被汗水濡湿了一片。凉风裹着湿漉漉的雨水从瓦缝钻进,潮湿了石灰刷的墙壁。醒来,梦中的情形已忘了大半,我坐在床上望着明晃晃的白炽灯发呆,脑中一片空白。那一刻,似乎连时间都与自己一起凝固了。奶奶在床尾猛然坐起身,紧蹙着眉头,眼睛瞪得溜圆,抿住发白的双唇。继而又眯起眼睛在我的身上上下打 In recent days, the rain drifts outside. I was cold, top-heavy, lying in bed faintly, my grandmother with three layers of cotton quilt mengmohan. I only feel the body breathless, like being on fire, nightmares repeatedly awakened, behind the sweat has been a wet. Breeze wrapped in wet rain from the tile seam drilling, damp lime brush wall. Wake up, the dream has been forgotten most of the situation, I sat in bed staring at a daze incandescent light in a blank mind. At that moment, it seems that even time is solidified with myself. Grandma suddenly sat up at the end of the bed, tight frown, eyes staring slippery round, live in white lips. Then squinting up and down in my body