前几日收拾照片时,翻出一张小时候在海边的照片。相片里的人背对大海,背对缓缓沉入海面的巨大红日。在光辉的沉静光芒中,过往的时间和人都幻现在眼前,纵使多么纷纭。我却只感到一种惊人又悲伤的似曾相识。仿佛那光线中昏暗的身影,以及背后明澈湛蓝的天空,在我的生命中出现了两次。如今再看,却又唤醒我那遥远的、难以忘怀的脆弱记忆。 A few days ago to tidy up the photos, turn out a picture of a child by the sea. The people in the photo are back to the sea, back to the huge red sun slowly sinking into the sea. In the glorious quiet light, the past time and people are now in sight, even if there are divergent opinions. I only felt a kind of amazing and sad deja vu. As if the dim figure in the light, and the clear blue sky behind, appeared twice in my life. Now look again, but woke my faraway, unforgettable fragile memory.