传说中太阳从东隅升起,从桑榆落下。桑榆,多么美的名字,我的爷爷,就住在那里。记忆尘封在那个灰暗的午后,起码对于我来说是灰暗的。“人老了,就要面对死亡……行了,别说了,我不想听,不想听!”我粗暴地打断了妈妈的话。这算什么,是安慰还是暗示?我的思维停住,脑海中闪现过的只有三个字:“不可能。”可,没有什么不可能。 According to legend, the sun rises from the east and falls from the mulberry. Mulberry, what a beautiful name, my grandfather, lived there. Memory dust was in that dark afternoon, at least for me. “When people are old, they will face death... OK, don’t say it, I don’t want to listen and don’t want to hear!” I broke my mother’s words harshly. What is this, is it comforting or suggestive? My mind is stopped and there are only three words flashing in my mind: “Impossible.” Yes, nothing is impossible.