母亲被失眠困扰了许久。迫不得已,她决定去向中医讨几味方子。诊断结束后,老中医一边望着我,一边把推敲良久的药单给了母亲,母亲凝重的表情渐渐变为朴实的微笑。喧嚣的街道车水马龙,我的注意力一直聚焦在这中药袋上。透过牛皮纸包装袋,我似乎闻到了一股苦涩的中药味,在鼻孔间经久不散。一到家,我急切地撕开药袋,反把小袋的中药撒了一地,躺在地板上的中药古朴凝重,似一个个远古部落的图腾,每片叶都藏有不为人知的神秘。我来不及一一捡起它们,母亲已走了过来,小心地拆开药袋,倒入砂 Mother insomnia troubled for a long time. As a last resort, she decided to discuss several prescriptions with Chinese medicine. After the diagnosis, the old Chinese doctor looked at me and gave the mother a long time to consider the drug bill. The dignified expression of her mother gradually turned into a simple smile. The hustle and bustle of the street is busy, my attention has been focused on this medicine bag. Through kraft paper bags, I seem to smell a bitter taste of Chinese medicine, prolonged between the nostrils. When I arrived home, I was eager to rip open the medicine bag. Instead, the traditional Chinese medicine in the pouch was sprinkled over. The traditional Chinese medicines lying on the floor were solemn and dignified. Like ancient totem of the ancient tribes, each leaf was hidden with unknown mysteries. I too late to pick them up one by one, the mother has come, carefully open the medicine bag, into the sand