我仿佛回到了那个夏日的清晨,我趴在桌子上对着窗外发呆,她走过我的窗前,消失,然后又折回来,咧开嘴对我笑。她满脸的皱纹像一朵花,穿过漫长的时光,始终温暖如初。Part 1“她死了,死得有点凄凉,尸体腐烂一个星期了才被人发现。”老黄靠过来,在我耳边悄悄地说。我问“她”是谁,老黄说:“就是咱中学那个捡垃圾的老奶奶,怎么,你忘记啦?当年她对你可好了。”我轻轻地“哦”了一声,闷闷地喝了几口啤酒。老同学们依旧吃吃喝喝, I seemed to return to the summer morning, I lie on the table in front of the window in a daze, she walked past my window, disappeared, and then folded back, grin and smiled at me. Her face wrinkles like a flower, through a long time, always warm as ever. Part 1 “She died, a little bitter death, the body rotted for a week before being found. ” Lao Huang leaned over and whispered in my ear. I asked who she was, Huang said, “That’s my grandmother picking up rubbish from middle school. Why did you forget that when she was at you?” “I gently” “oh” A cry, boring drank a few beers. Old classmates still eat and drink,