我常回想你的面孔——岁月走得太快,我还未能仔细地瞧一瞧你,你就被时间削成了一位佝偻的老人,瘦弱、蹒跚。你拄着拐杖,在时光里飞奔,我追不上你,只是在远望时,生出一份淡淡的亲近。你是我不及的梦。如果让我概括你的一生,恐怕即使用最深情的文字,也无法真切地描述。很小的时候,我揪着你的胡子问你的过去,你总是不语。有 I often think of your face - the years go too fast, I have not yet looked carefully at you, you are time cut into an elderly man, thin, staggering. You are on crutches, running in the time, I can not catch up with you, just in afar, give birth to a touch of intimacy. You are my dream Let me summarize your life, I am afraid that even with the most profound words, can not really describe. When I was a kid, I grabbed your beard asking your past, you always do not speak. Have