我十岁那年,父亲就逝世了。家庭的生活重担全落在母亲的肩上,母亲每天披着星星出,踏着月色归,忙忙碌碌。这忙碌只有一个目的,为我和妹妹上学筹集学费。 每年过了正月,母亲选择一个天空晴朗的日子,把早早发酵了一冬的鸡粪,平铺在屋前的场地。当太阳使鸡粪蒸发出缕缕迷蒙的白气时,母亲用竹耙一边翻晒,一边手搭凉棚看看天空的云彩:“明天不下雨,再晒一个日头就干了。”而后,母亲把晒成粉未状的鸡粪用畚箕装好挑到地 My father died when I was ten years old. The burden of family life all fell on the shoulders of her mother, her mother dressed in stars every day, marching on the moon, busy. This is a busy one-off goal, raising tuition for my sister and I go to school. After the first month of each year, the mother chose a sunny day and fermented a winter chicken dung early and tiled in front of the house. When the sun evaporates chicken manure from a strained mist of white air, my mother raises the sun with a bamboo rake while I look at the clouds in the sky: “It will not rain tomorrow, then it will be sun dried.” Then Mother Sun dried powder chicken dumplings packed with picks to the ground