“不经意间,太多东西从指缝间逃走了,就像这似水流年……”那是小时侯外婆经常叹息的话语,她慈祥地轻抚我的头,眼光总停留在那棵苍老的古槐树上,银白的发丝被风拂起。“外婆,逃走了,我帮你去追回来。”接着便是久久的无语。 “Inadvertently, too many things escaped from between the fingers, just like this seems to be flowing...” That was the words that the grandma often sighed in the hour. She kindly stroking my head, eyes always stay in that old On ancient banyan trees, silver hair was picked up by the wind. “Grandma, run away, I’ll help you chase it back.” Then there was a long silence.