猝不及防地撞见,我们姑且称之偶遇。倘若不是那次一时兴起,去翻看了那本属于父亲的月刊,她兴许还停留在那初入花季的光景,停驻在不沾尘的简单世界,虽有偶尔的伤春悲秋,但生活依旧阳光晴好,鸟语花香。也不会有同那张历史照片的偶遇。照片上,一个女人,身着破烂不堪的布衣,跪在地上声嘶力竭地哀嚎,她的视线避开那个近在眼前的深坑,如同害怕地狱张开它的血盆大嘴要将她一口吞噬。女人身后,有很多这样的同胞,有的跪着,有的粗 Catch caught caught, we tentatively called encounter. If it was not for that moment, she went over the monthly magazine of her father, and she might still stay in the early stage of the season, staying in a simple world without dust and dust, Life is still sunny sunny, beautiful flowers. There will be no encounter with that historical photograph. In the photograph, a woman, dressed in a dilapidated uniform, knelt and shouted hoarsely at the ground, her gaze avoiding the pit near her, as if afraid hell opened its bloody mouth and swallowed her. Behind a woman, there are many such compatriots, some kneeling, and some rough