我伸出手,推开那扇虚掩的门。他已经不在房间里。我望着空空的房间,好像心也被掏空了一样。想到以后都不会再有那样一个老人,在院子里悉心用竹条编制各种玩意儿来逗我开心,我又红了眼眶,一个人哭得很凶很凶。《清醒纪》的最后一段写道:“我似乎从未去想他们是会老会死的,偶尔想起,觉得那是不可能的。 I reached out and pushed open the false door. He is no longer in the room. I looked at the empty room, as if the heart was emptied the same. Think of the future will no longer have such an old man, carefully prepared in the yard with a variety of toys to make me happy, I was red eyes, a person crying very fierce and fierce. The last paragraph of Soberness writes: ”I never seem to think that they will always die, and occasionally think, think it is impossible.