人们常常把一些小事抛在脑后,一些生命的片刻烙印在时光的尘埃里,我们可以试着忽略,这些微不足道的事却一点一滴形成一条链子,将你与过去连在一起。十一岁初冬的早晨,屋外还是一片漆黑,充溢着暖暖的灯光的厨房,便成了世界的中心。睡梦中的我隐约听到窗外大扫帚掠过地面的唰唰声,接着在屋里往往会有“啪”的一声,因为妈妈常会在经过小仓库时碰掉一两个玩具。然后,我能想象到腰椎不好的妈妈绝不会弯腰,而是蹲下来,拾起掉落的玩 People often leave small things behind, some moments of life imprint in the dust of the time, and we can try to ignore them. These insignificant things form a chain of dots that connect you with the past. Eleven-year-old early winter morning, the outside is still dark, filled with warm light of the kitchen, has become the center of the world. In my sleep, I vaguely heard the sobs of sweeping brooms sweeping from the ground outside the window, followed by “pops” in the room, as mums often hit a toy or two when passing through a small warehouse. Then, I can imagine that a poor mother with a lumbar spine will never bend over, but instead squat and pick up the falling ones