“我要走了呀—”她挎着个竹篮子,仿佛自言自语,又仿佛在同我说。“你要去哪里呢?”我努力想要看清她的容颜,却只看得清她一头凌乱的白发。“去镇江,去海边,和海边的人一起住着,挺幸福。我不会再回来了呀,我也不会想你们了呀,我就这么过着,在另一个世界里……”她义无反顾地转过身,蹒跚着向远处走去。蹒跚的身影越来越模糊,直至成为光圈中的一个暗影……我醒了,枕边是湿的。哽咽声似乎还在耳边。 “I’m leaving - ” She left a bamboo basket, as if to himself, but also as if with me. “Where are you going?” “I tried hard to see her face, but I could only see her messy white hair. ”Go to Zhenjiang, go to the beach, live with the people on the beach, very happy.I’m not coming back, I will not miss you, I live in another world ... She turned her back without hesitation, staggering to the distance. The hobbled figure blurring until it becomes a shadow in the aperture ... I woke up and my pillow was wet. Swallowing seems to be still in my ears.