在我家,有这样一双手,十指白皙修长,柔软滑嫩;还有这样一双手,关节明显,皮肤粗糙,手指纹路过分清晰,手背上还有几个雀斑。前者是我的手,后者便是妈妈的手。在我的印象中,妈妈似乎大部分时间都在忙碌着。每天早晨,浓浓的雾气还未散尽,几束明亮却不刺眼的光透过窗帘照进屋内,妈妈就借着这微微亮光,悄悄翻下床,十分缓慢地握着门把手转动开门,再缓 In my house, there is such a pair of hands, fingers white slender, soft and tender; there is such a pair of hands, joints obvious, rough skin, finger lines too clear, there are a few freckles on the back of the hand. The former is my hand, the latter is my mother’s hand. In my mind, my mum seems to be busy most of the time. Every morning, thick mist has not yet cleared, a few bright but not dazzling light shines through the curtains into the house, the mother will by this slight light, quietly turn the bed, holding the door handle very slowly turned to open the door, Slow again