我从未见过我的姑奶,仅有的印象只是相册里的一张照片。实际上,那张照片里有很多人,姑奶只不过是其中并不突出的一个。表情平淡,嘴角微扬,那是一张温和而普通的脸。直至现在,凝视那张陌生的脸时,仍有锥心的伤怀。我知道,有些人我们是无法忘怀的,即便他们消失在我们成长之初。但却深深地镌刻在我们的生命线上,无法磨灭。使我们终其一生去完成两件事——怀念,或者找寻。我喜欢坐在阳光肆意穿透身体的窗台边,沉静地读席慕容的诗。 I have never seen my aunt. The only impression I have is a photo in the album. In fact, there are a lot of people in that photo, and the aunt is only one of them that is not outstanding. The expression is flat and the mouth is slightly raised. It is a gentle and ordinary face. Until now, when he gazed at the strange face, there was still a cone of heart. I know that some people we cannot forget, even if they disappear at the beginning of our growth. But it is deeply engraved on our lifeline and cannot be erased. Let us finish our lives for two things - remember or find. I like to sit on the window sill in the sun and penetrate the body, quietly read the seat Murong’s poetry.