那是十五年前的一个早春的上午——这天,惨白的阳光照着刚吐绿芽的树枝。年轻的我作为一名专门采访治安消息的记者,正驱车驶向一处我不愿看见的地方去。警方广播报告说:一名男子在家中的车道上倒车时意外地撞倒了小孙女,导致了一桩死亡事故。我把车停在警车和电视采访车之间,立刻看见—个身穿棉工作服的壮实的白发男子正站在一辆小型运货车旁。几只照相机对准着他,记者们把话筒伸到了他的面前。这位老人看来完全处于迷惑之中,正竭力回答记者的提问。他几乎只是在抖动嘴唇、眨着眼睛,一句话也说不出来。 It was an early spring morning fifteen years ago - on that day, pale sunshine shone on branches of fresh green shoots. Young I, a journalist specializing in interviews with law and order, was driving to a place I did not want to see. The police radio reported that a man accidentally knocked down a young granddaughter when reversing the carriageway in his home caused a fatal accident. I parked the car between the police car and the television interview car and immediately saw a stout white-haired man in a cotton overalls standing by a pick-up truck. A few cameras aimed at him, the reporters put the microphone in front of him. The old man appears to be totally confused and is trying his best to answer questions from reporters. He almost jerked his lips and blinked his eyes, unable to pronounce a single word.