在晨曦初露前,乡村的夜是蓝色的。夜睡了一宿,最先醒来的是灶旁的灯光。凑近了看,木门的缝隙中溢出一圈又一圈的雾气,是母亲在煮菜粥。时至今日,母亲那忙碌的背影时常出现在我的梦里,伴随着那噼噼啪啪的柴火声,还有那一碗热气腾腾的菜粥。父亲从田地里回来,跟在他身后的是在鸡场奋斗了一夜的黄狗。父亲的头发、眉毛、手臂挂满了雾水,就是浑身冒着热气的狗的鼻尖,也沾着一颗晶莹的水珠。太阳初升,母亲为我们端来了热气腾腾的菜粥。父亲吃菜粥很有意思,先是用筷子在碗的边缘抹两 Before the dawn, rural night is blue. Night sleep for a night, the first wake up is the kitchen lights. Closer look, the gap between the doors overflowing circle of mist, is the mother cooking porridge. Today, my mother’s busy back often appears in my dreams, accompanied by the crackling firewood and the steaming porridge. My father came back from the fields, and behind him was the yellow dog who had struggled overnight at the chicken farm. Father’s hair, eyebrows, arms covered with fog, is covered with steaming dog’s nose, but also stained with a crystal of water droplets. As the sun rose, the mother came to us steaming porridge. Father eat porridge is very interesting, first with chopsticks in the edge of the bowl wipe two