亲爱的祖父:您过得还好吗?三个月前,在这座城市我住的公寓楼下又见到您。我漆黑的瞳孔中转动着一片星辰,泪水在眼白处戳洞,使劲地想往回走,却依旧耐不住大脑的冲击,成了来往路人谈论的话柄。也好,这样在外漂泊的我再也不用天天惦记着您。至少,天堂一定比村子好。我离家已有五年,意味着我在这个城市已经自给自足地生活了一千八百天。 Dear grandfather: How are you doing? Three months ago, I met you again downstairs in the apartment where I live in this city. I turned a star in the dark pupil, tears piercing the hole in the eye, trying to go back, but still could not withstand the impact of the brain, became a passer-by talking to passers-by. Ye Hao, so wandering outside I no longer have to remember you every day. At least, heaven must be better than the village. I have been away from home for five years, meaning that I have lived in this city for a self-sufficient life of 1,800 days.