暗影里,姑父朝我走来,依旧是他独有的招牌式的笑容,待我起身正欲迎过去,姑父却倏忽间没了踪影,销声匿迹。我在暗影里左右摸索着,四处寻觅着姑父的身影,内心却空荡荡的。醒来才发现自己身陷梦中,只有在真实而又虚幻的梦境之中,姑父才会重新向我走来。我端坐在清凉的月光里,才猛然意识到姑父已经离去,他消失在时光的巨流中,像一尾细长的鱼,漂浮着,却再也拍打不出浪花和涟漪。姑父渐行渐远了,他一步步走进泥土深处,躺下去,然后长眠下来。那些熟悉的有关他的记忆,却在 Shadow, uncle came toward me, is still his unique trademark smile, until I got up just to meet the past, uncle suddenly disappeared, disappeared. I groping about the shadow, looking around uncle figure, but the heart is empty. Wake up and found himself caught in a dream, only in the real and illusory dreams, my uncle will come back to me. As I sat in the cool moonlight, I suddenly realized that my uncle had departed. He disappeared into the great stream of time, like a slender fish, floating, but no more waves and ripples. My uncle walked away, he walked deep into the soil, lay down, and then sleep. Those who are familiar with his memory, but