其实,死亡只是一场深睡眠。不同于往常的是,这次是深眠在时间里,不再醒来。记忆中,第一次面对死亡,是在那个有些寒冷的下午。多年后,我曾反复深陷在相同的梦里,无法挣脱。不记得那是几月了,可能是春天,窗外是明媚的阳光,却始终照不进屋里。即使是白天,也开着灯,惨白的灯光带来一种不祥的感觉。所有人都围在一把藤椅周围,表情肃穆而带着哀伤。透过密匝的人群,我看见年幼时的自己,稚气未褪的脸上带着与年纪不符的悲伤。或许正是从那时开始,我突然懂得了那种无以名状的苦涩情感。 In fact, death is only a deep sleep. Different from the usual, this is deep sleep in time, no longer wake up. For the first time in memory, there was a cold afternoon in the face of death. Years later, I have repeatedly stuck in the same dream, unable to break free. Do not remember that is a few months, may be spring, the window is the sunshine, but still according to the house. Even during the day, but also open the lamp, pale lights bring an ominous feeling. All surrounded by a cane chair, solemn and sad. Through the dense turn of the crowd, I saw myself at a young age, faded face with age does not match the sadness. Perhaps it was from that moment that I suddenly realized the unnamed bitter feeling.