一开斋铃梆响过,马媛奶奶杵着双腿吃力地从沙发上起身,一阵眩晕让她如坠深渊。自两个月前中风痊愈后,起身时马媛奶奶总在深渊里游荡,跌跌绊绊,深一脚浅一脚,有时短一点,有时得好半天才爬得上来,气喘吁吁一身虚汗。拖着使不上力的右残腿来到厨房,厨房里冷火烟,颤巍巍地摘掉瓷盐瓶,拇指食指一捻,一小撮细白的盐巴放进了只剩三颗半残牙的嘴巴里。真实的咸,烟火的味道。马媛奶奶一天的功课又到手了。马媛奶奶脱了鞋子上礼拜床礼拜。小净是开斋铃梆响前洗 Once the fast bell rang ring, Ma Yuan grandmother pestle legs struggling to get up from the sofa, dizzy let her fall abyss. Since the stroke was healed two months ago, when she got up, her grandmother always wandering in the abyss, stumbled, deep kick, sometimes shorter, sometimes half a day to climb well, breathless sweating. Dragging the disabled force of the right leg to the kitchen, cold and smoke in the kitchen, trembling plucked porcelain salt bottle, thumb index finger twist, a handful of fine white salt into the remaining three and a half residual Tooth mouth. Real salty, the taste of fireworks. Grandpa Ma Yuan day homework again hand. Ma Yuan took off her shoes on the bed worship. Small net is fasting bell ringing loudly before washing