搬家的时候,老爸每运完一箱衣服,就得在床沿上坐一下,一言不发地歇会儿。老妈远视了,细小的东西,她得拿远点挤着眼看,小扣子、小绳头都攒着,仔细地装进一个素净的小布袋里。都老了……我叉着腰站在屋中央,悲从中来:青春,终究敌不过生活,戏要散场,照片要褪色…… When moving, Dad shipped a box of clothes, you have to sit on the bed along the way, without a word to rest. Mom farsighted, small things, she had to take the distance crowded, small buttons, small ropes are saved, carefully packed into a plain bag. Are old ... I am standing in the middle of a house with a fork in my arms, sad to come: youth, after all, life can not be hostile, play to play, photos to fade ...