老人的花圈

隔壁的老妇死了。

已经有一年没有见过她了，记忆中只有唯一的一幕。

她穿着洗得发灰的蓝布上衣、爬满土灰的黑色棉裤和枣红色棉鞋，顶着一头灰白蓬乱的短发，无力地瘫坐在存车处门口，眼神如一滩死水，死死地盯着我。

后来我再也没有见过她，也就遗忘了她。

世界上有这样一部分人，我们常见却不相识，分别后牛死不知，到死了才想起，而她就属于这种。

早晨起床，坐在开窗的房间里，阳光阴郁地藏在云后。

纱帘背后，窗外，开满了黄色的花、红色的花、白色的花、黑色的字……

我撩起窗帘，那是一个个盛开的大花圈，依次排开，一直到视觉盲区。

“妈，谁死了啊？”

“隔壁的老太太。
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因为是假期，我一整晚都在书房熬夜。
院里的野猫喵喵地发出婴儿般的声音，秋风冷冷地吹入房间，老杨树发出飒飒的哀鸣。

不知不觉我睡着了，直到第二天中午才醒来。

我是被眼皮跳醒的，它一直猛烈地跳着，我拿起，甚至能清晰地看到它的起伏，仿佛有什么东两被困在里边，正拼命敲门。
我想起了曾经做过的一个梦，是这样的：

在梦里，我的皮肤无端地发痒，我将胳膊抬起，发现皮肤是灰白半透明的，里边有一条一条似鱼虫般人小的物体在摇尾穿梭。

或者，它现在就在我的眼皮中摆尾。

现在是晚上了，我的眼皮已足足跳了半天。

我心慌意乱地看着电视，此时妈妈在厨房洗碗，而厨房正对着那老人人的花圈。

“啪嗒”，盆碗落地的声音，厨房却没有动静。
我从沙发上跳起来，厨房没有人！脏兮兮的盆豌横七竖八地散落在地上。

窗台前窗帘飘飞，想必是窗帘将盆碗推下窗台。

我去客厅关窗，秋风四起，花圈上的纸花瓣颤抖着，我看到了一个浓墨黑字的“奠”。

那花圈正对着我的脸！我记得它之前是背对着我的。

“妈，妈！”

“妈……妈妈！”

无人应答，只有单薄的花圈发抖的声音。
妈妈昵？

那一个个花圈被昏黄的灯光照得明亮，想必是死者家搭起的灯。
果然，旁边还放着几把凳子，中间围着一个桌子。

客厅没有开灯，因此墙壁上反射出一块四边形光影。

作为一个摄影师，光影驱使我去拍那些花圈：明月高悬，苍茫夜色笼罩下的古旧小区，昏黄的老式灯泡，黄白的花圈，黑色的字。

我拿起相机，横竖拍了几张关匕了门。

在转身的瞬间，我看到一个坐在轮椅上的老人，穿着蓝灰色上衣，灰白的头发蓬乱地扣在脑袋上，正一个个地摆着那些花圈，让花圈正对着她曾经的家门，还有我家的床。

在这排花圈的尽头，一个中年妇女也在帮忙摆着花圈……

那个老太婆喃喃道：“谢谢你了，不过不用你帮，我要亲手让我的儿女们过来看看，看看我！”

我想起了我的妈妈。
她是不是出去了？她还没洗完锅呢。

“妈……妈！”

我看到那个中年妇女和老太太缓缓地扭过头来，向我招手微笑，召唤我过去帮忙。
她依旧喃喃着：“让儿女们看看，看看我！”

Introduce:The old woman next door died.
Already one year had not seen her, there is exclusive one act only in memory.
The blue cloth jacket that her dress washs hair is greyly, black cotton-padded trousers that climbs full earth ash and purplish red lubricious cotton-padded shoes, carrying an ashen and shock bingle on the head, faint ground paralysis sits in bicycle park doorway, the eyes if one beach is lentic, dead deathtrap is staring at me.
I also had not seen her again later, also forgot her.
There are such one part people on the world, we are common do not be acquainted however, the ox after parting absolutelies refuse to to know, arrive dead to just remember, and she belongs to this kind.
Get up in the morning, sit in the room that opens a window, sunshine hides depressedly after the cloud.
Gauze shade backside, outside the window, full my hold up removes the word …… of maize flower, gules flower, white flower, black curtain, that is the big wreath that each blooms, ordinal platoon leaves, arrive all the time visual blind area.
"Mom, who died? " " the old lady next door.
" because be holiday, I rectify evening to stay up late in the study.
The caracal mew in the courtyard gives out baby sound mewingly, room of inbreathe of autumn wind cold ground, laoyang cultivates those who give out sough to wail.
Imperceptible I was asleep, until just awake midday the following day.
I am jumped to wake by eyelid, it all the time fiercely is jumping, I take a looking glass, see it can clearly even rise and fall, as if what to have east two be in tiredly inside, knocking desperately.
I remembered a dream that once had made, be such: In the dream, ground of my skin for no reason is scratchy, my general arm is raised, discovering the skin is ashen translucence, there is inside one seems the person like water flea small object is shaking end moves back and forth.
Or, it places end in my eyelid now.
Now is in the evening, my eyelid already jumped a long time fully.
I lose my balance the ground looks at TV, right now mom washs a bowl in the kitchen, and kitchen the wreath to person of that old person.
"Bang Da " , the sound of basin bowl be born, the kitchen does not have activity however.
I come from the start on sofa, the kitchen does not have a person! dirty basin Wan in disorder ground scatters on the ground.
The curtain before windowsill waves fly, most propbably is the curtain pushs basin bowl next windowsill.
I go the sitting room closes a window, autumn wind rise from all directions, the shakily of paper flower valve on wreath, I saw black word of a thick Chinese ink " establish " .
That wreath the face to me! The back is before I remember it to me.
"Mom, mom! " " Mom …… mom! " unmanned and respondent, have the voice that feeble wreath quivers only.
Mom close? Then each wreath is illuminated brightly by faint light, most propbably is the lamp that the dead's home puts up.
As expected, there still are a few benches on the side, among round a table.
The sitting room did not open the lamp, go up because of this wall12387