三月清雨纷纷,我下了车,吐出在车内闷了太久的浊气,打量着我从未见过的老家。父母牵着我走进了一栋略显破落的老屋。砖瓦间的缝隙投下缕缕微弱的光线,照在她花白的头发上。妈妈刚想说什么,她却走过来,握了握我有些冰凉的手,粲然一笑,说:“孙儿,我是你奶奶!”语气平和中透着欣喜。我亲昵地应了一声,目光飘忽间瞥见了奶奶的手,心刹那间陷落了——奶奶右手只有四根手指,好像枯树枝,显得突兀和僵硬。 In the rainy weather in March, I got out of the car and spit out the muddy air in the car for too long. I looked at my hometown I had never seen before. My parents led me into a slightly shattered old house. The gap between the bricks cast a faint light and shined on her gray hair. Mum just wanted to say something, but she came over, shook my cold hands, smiled, and said: “Grandchildren, I’m your grandmother!” The tone of peace was pleasing. I responded with an embarrassment, and my eyes flashed across my grandmother’s hand, and my heart fell down. Grandmother’s right hand had only four fingers, like dead branches, and it looked abrupt and stiff.