当别人的故事在自己指间掀动时,当感动风化成记忆的泪珠时,我开始提起这支稚嫩的笔,倾诉我对生活的思考,对生命真谛的探求。——题记我和爸爸的房间只隔了一道门,而这道门将我和爸爸的心都关闭起来。桌上,没有人说话。闷热的天配上了死一般的静寂,没有了灵气。一家三口就这样搬 When other people’s stories are tilted between their own fingers, when they touch the tears that are weathered into memories, I begin to bring this tender pen to talk about my reflection on life and my sincere search for life. - Inscription I and my father’s room were separated by a door, and this door closed both my father and I. No one speaks on the table. The sweltering days were accompanied by dead silence and no reiki. A family of three moved