那年冬天格外的冷,格外的长。在那个漫长的冬日里,我只做一件事——陪病中的外婆等待,等待春天。外婆的病很重,不知道能不能等到春暖花开的日子。我陪外婆时,她多半是躺在床上默不作声的,而我便窝到另一张床上去看书。这样的日子静如流水,无声无息。我看书看累了,眯着眼看窗外的天空,天幕是铅灰色的,了无生气,在窗边有一棵大树,枝干干瘪着,一枝枝树丫却倔强地直刺云霄。在这干枯的枝叶下,我似乎感到一股顽强的生命之泉,在生生不息地涌动。 That winter is especially cold and exceptionally long. In that long winter, I only do one thing - accompany the grandmother waited in wait for the spring. Grandma’s disease is very heavy, do not know can not wait until the spring blossoms of the day. When I was with my grandmother, most of the time I was lying in bed and I was silent, and I went to another bed and read a book. Such a quiet day like water, silent. I read the book tired, peering out the window of the sky, the sky is gray lead, lifeless, there is a tree in the window, the branches shriveled, a branch tree Ya stubbornly piercing the sky. Under this withered foliage, I seem to feel a tenacious spring of life surging in my life.