住在钢筋水泥的世界里,那些银闪闪的金属更替了一批又一批,唯有一样金属历经沧桑,目睹尘世。那是外婆的银针。外婆的手很巧,但凡我的衣服被什么东西钩破,她都会用各种法子将衣服补得几乎完好如初。她总是从那个陪了自己大半辈子的铁盒中取出线与银针。她吮一吮那细线,再举起银针,对着光源,眯着眼,全神贯注地盯着那银针的针眼,细线轻盈地穿过那个针眼,在针眼 Living in the world of reinforced concrete, those silver shiny metal batch after batch, only the same metal after the vicissitudes of life, witnessed the earth. That is the silver needle of grandmother. Grandmother’s hand is very clever, as long as what my clothes were broken hook, she will use a variety of ways to make up clothes almost intact. She always took the thread and silver pin from the tin box that accompanied her most of her life. She sucked and sucked the thread, sucked silver needle, facing the light source, squinted, staring intently at the needle of the silver needle, light thread through that needle,