不知何时,父亲的头发白了,母亲的头发也白了。是在我独自踏入茫茫世间的时候,是在我于门前的香樟树下挥别爸妈的时候,还是在清晨过于明亮的光线让我产生错觉的时候,抑或是在岁月不饶人,多少青春的容颜终将会消逝的时候。我也追问自己,到底是什么时候呢?是在雨后彩虹的美丽一刻?是在灯下长 I do not know when my father’s hair was white and his mother’s hair was white. It was when I was alone in the world that I had to say goodbye to my parents under the camphor trees in front of me or when I had the illusion of being too bright in the morning or when I was in the years, How much youthful face will eventually disappear. I also ask myself, in the end is when? Is the beauty of the rainbow after the rain? Is the long lamp