放肆交替的黑白,像个富翁慷慨地带给她发丝斑白皱纹交横,却又似个审判者冷漠地夺走了她眼神里曾经矍铄的光。她真的老了。村子里的人都知道她脑子糊涂了。奶奶告诉我的时候,我诧异了。是那个薄饼做得很香的婆婆吗?那个把薄饼摊得金黄圆脆,一个人不紧不慢地在灶前灶后左右开弓的婆婆?印象里唯有她的从容还依稀可辨。从奶奶的木窗看过去,我见她一个人在屋前坐 Unbridled alternating black and white, like a rich man generously give her hairy white wrinkles Cross, but also like a judge indifferently took her eyes once shy light. She is really old. People in the village knew her brain was confused. When my grandma told me, I was surprised. Is that the pancake made very fragrant mother-in it? That the golden pancake stand crisp, a man around the stove before and after the opening of the mother-in-law? Only in the impression that her calmly still discernible. Looked from the grandmother’s wooden window, I saw her sitting in front of the house