老丁侧了侧身子,木床像他不堪重荷的关节一样吱嘎作响。他想,是该修修这恼人的床了。眯了眯肿胀的眼。屋内还是一地昏暗,正方形的窗上从未挂过帘子,因为老丁喜欢醒时看着它以度过等待第一声鸡鸣的时光。老丁就这样侧着身,两眼紧盯着窗户直至眼珠上的白翳淡去,酸得直窜泪。身子有些僵了,垫在身下的手臂阵阵发麻。他再也耐不住性子,便缓缓起身。他知道自己的身子已经僵化了,不再任由自己支配,起床便成了一道十分复 Lao Ding sideways, the wooden bed as he overcame the heavy joints creak. He thought it was an annoying bed for the fix. Slightly squint swelling eyes. The house is still dark, the square window never hung the curtain, because Laoding like to watch it when awake to wait for the first cock crowing time. Laodin side so sideways, his eyes staring at the window until the eyes on the white fade, sore throat straight channeling. Some stiff body, mat under the mat numb. He could not tolerate character, then slowly got up. He knew his body has become rigid, no longer let his own control, get up is a very complex