我是这遥远的瞬间,是划过天边的火焰,天空般短暂,绽放在你眼前,像夏花一样绚烂。——朴树春天里蹁跹的杨花,秋天里落败的衰草,冬天里温暖的午后阳光,没有哪一个季节比那盛大的夏天还要艳丽,绿茵万里,碧空如洗,骄阳如火,正如没有哪件东西比生命还要绚烂。第一次接触死亡这个字眼大概只有七岁。隔壁长着大白胡子,又高又瘦的大姥爷忽然死了。说实 I am this distant moment. It is the flame that strides over the horizon. The sky is short and it blooms before your eyes. It is like a summer flower. - The poplar trees in the spring of the trees, the fall flowers in the fall, the warm afternoon sunshine in the winter, and no one season is brighter than that grand summer, greenery, blue sky and blue sky, and the sun is burning like a fire. Nothing else is more gorgeous than life. The first contact with death is only about seven years old. There was a big white beard next door, and the tall, thin Grandpa suddenly died. Really