傍晚,父亲还未入葬,我和姐姐漫步在暑气未消的故土上,回忆着桩桩往事。我们像家里的其他亲属那样,在自己出生的地方再次相聚,尽力想让自己回到那陌生的童年时代。“你还记得我们以为你失踪了的那天下午吗?”姐姐问道。我记得。那是很久以前的事了,那时我才七岁。况且,就在昨天发生的事又唤起了我对此事的记忆。 In the evening, my father has not yet been buried, my sister and I stroll in the heat of the past land, memories of the past. Like all the other relatives in our family, we meet again at our own birthplace and try our best to get ourselves back to the strange childhood. “Do you remember the afternoon we thought you were missing?” Asked my sister. I remember that. It was a long time ago, when I was seven years old. Moreover, something that happened yesterday also aroused my memory of the incident.