昨晚回家,偶然看到母亲床头放着一相框。那相框红得耀眼,里面是一张黑白照。年代感太过强烈,以至于我无法认出照片中看起来五六岁的羞涩小姑娘竟是自己的母亲。那是母亲一家五口的全家照。姥姥脸上抹掉了皱纹,光洁如初;大舅一副小青年模样,青春逼人;二舅的脸则跟他二儿子一样,活泼调皮得很。还有姥爷,这位陌生的亲人。我不知该怎样形容他,没听过他的声音,没见过 Go home last night, accidentally saw the mother bed stood a picture frame. The picture frame is very bright red, there is a black and white photo. The age is so intense that I can not recognize the shy little girl who looks like I was in my photograph. That is the mother’s family of five family photos. Grandmother wiped his face wrinkles, smooth as ever; Uncle a small young look, youth pressing; second uncle’s face with his second son, lively naughty. There grandpa, the strange family. I do not know how to describe him, never heard his voice, never seen