现在,我常在一个又一个寂静的黑夜里,靠在床头,看着如墨般漆黑的窗外,想起你。你头发全白,牙齿已掉了一颗,却比我更孩子气。喜欢看戏曲的你,总和我抢电视遥控板。当我沉迷于陈岳叔叔讲的一个个精彩的故事时,你偏要换成那咿咿呀呀晦涩难听的戏曲。你从我背后偷袭,一把抢过遥控板,借助身高优势把遥控板高高举起来,什么调虎离山、什么声东击西,你都用上了。有一次在追你的时候,我从沙发上摔了下去,就在我大嘴一 Now, I often in a silent night after another, leaning against the bed, looking out of the dark ink window, think of you. Your hair is all white, your teeth have fallen, but it is more childish than me. Like to see opera you, I grab the TV remote control board. When I indulge in a wonderful story about Uncle Chen Yue, you have to change into that obscene and arcane drama. You sneak behind me, grabbed the remote control board, with the height advantage of the remote control board lifted up, what Tiaoluishan, what sounded, you have spent. Once chasing you, I fell off the couch, in my big mouth one