“每个人的人生都会以同样的方式终结。唯有那些怎样生活和怎样死去的细节,才能把一个人和另一个人区别开来。”那是一个阳光不太普照的午后。我照例靠在沙发上,有些倦意,有些懈怠,随手拿起一本人物类杂志。在一篇人物访谈的序言里,作者引用了上述这句话。这是海明威的话。看到这句话的时候,我正处在父亲离世的伤痛中。那段日子,在所有不经意的细微时刻,我仿佛都能看见父亲在阳光下微微眯起眼睛,含笑望着我。我时常被这并不浓烈的画面轻轻击中。 “Everyone’s life ends in the same way, and only the details of how to live and how to die can distinguish one from the other.” "It was a less sunny afternoon. As usual, I rely on the sofa, some tired, some slack, readily pick up a person magazine. In the preface to a character interview, the author quotes the above sentence. This is Hemingway’s words. When I saw this sentence, I was in the pain of my father’s death. During those days, in all the casual moments, I could see my father slightly squinted in the sun, smiling at me. I am often hit by this not very strong picture.