我十二岁那年的夏天,死亡弥漫出的恐慌笼罩着整个村庄,巨石般压在我的心上。许多年后的今天,当我把目光重新聚集在那个夏天,我看见十二岁的我正津津有味地站在屋子中央看动画片。那个普通的黄昏,夜如灰色的帷幕般缓缓落下,闷热的空气里开始裹挟着一丝清凉。这个看似普通的黄昏,随后就迅速就呈现出了它特殊的一面。十二岁的我目不转睛地盯着电视荧幕,眼睛跟着不时变化着的画面快速移动着,整个人深陷 In the summer of my 12th year, the death-filled panic enveloped the entire village and boulders pressed against my heart. Many years later, when I looked back on that summer, I saw a twelve-year-old standing in the middle of the room watching the animation. That ordinary evening, night like a gray curtain slowly fall, the hot air began to coerce a trace of cool. This seemingly ordinary dusk, then quickly showed its special side. Twelve years old I stared intently at the TV screen, my eyes moving fast with the picture changing from time to time, and the whole person was in deep