相伴总如萍聚,而时光却如流水过隙,转眼间已成东西。可那些怀念却时时刻刻萦绕在我们的心中最柔软的地方,像三月的雨,无声无息,湿地三尺。对姑姑的记忆犹如黑白照片一样,久远而又清晰。那年冬天,下了很大的雪,特别的寒冷。我放学回家看到书桌上放着一封信。爸爸告诉我:“你二姑过世了,这是你姑夫的道歉信,信中说当时姑姑不在时正值春节,为了不影响我们过年,所以把这个消息推迟到今天”。我下意识地“哦”了一声,脑袋与心脏陷入无垠的震惊与迷茫之中,心绪骤乱,挣扎着试图拨开死亡的混沌。 Accompanied by the total Ping-poly, but time is like running through the gap, an instant has become something. But those who miss but always linger in the softest place in our hearts, like the March rain, quiet, wet feet. The aunt’s memory is the same as black and white photos, long and clear. That winter, under a lot of snow, especially cold. I came home from school and saw a letter on my desk. Dad told me: “You Ergu died, this is your uncle’s apology letter, the letter said that the aunt was not at the time of the Spring Festival, in order not to affect our New Year, so put this news until today ”. I subconsciously “Oh” a cry, head and heart into the boundless shock and confusion, mood chaos, struggling to try to pull aside the chaos of death.