人活着的时候,只是事情多,不计较白天和黑夜。人一旦死了日子就堆起来:算一算,再有二十天,我妈就三周年了。[2]三年里,我一直有个奇怪的想法,就是觉得我妈没有死,而且还觉得我妈自己也不以为她就死了。常说人死如睡,可睡的人是知道要睡去,睡在了床上,却并不知道在什么时候睡着的呀。我妈跟我在西安生活了十四年,大病后医生认定她的各个器官已在衰竭,我才送她回棣花老家维持治疗。每日在老家挂上液体了,她也清楚每一瓶液体完了,儿女们会换上另一瓶液体的,所以便放心地闭了眼躺着。到了第三天的晚上,她闭着的眼是再没有睁开,但她肯定还是认 When people are alive, just things do not care about day and night. Once people die, they piled up: Counting for another twenty days, my mom was on the third anniversary. [2] For three years, I always had a weird idea of ​​thinking that my mom was not dead and that my mom did not think she was dead anymore. Often say people die asleep, sleepy people know to sleep, sleep in bed, but do not know when to fall asleep ah. My mom and I lived in Xi’an for fourteen years. After the serious illness, the doctor determined that her organs had failed and I sent her home for treatment. Everyday, I hung up the liquid in my hometown, and she also knew that every bottle of liquid was over, and the children would put on another bottle of liquid, so she laid her eyes closed with confidence. By the third night, her closed eyes never opened, but she still admits