湛蓝的天幕上,云卷云舒,从未停歇,可纵使逝者如斯,不舍昼夜,总还有一朵云会为一个人存在,始终如一。相伴轻轻阖上门,无忧环顾家中,意料中的空无一人。门合拢时微弱的呻吟在家中回响,刺得无忧的心生疼。无忧跌跌撞撞地来到阳台,眼泪一滴一滴打在她和爸爸妈妈一起种下的君子兰上。一家人的欢声笑语仿佛还是昨日的事,心中的疼痛 On the blue sky, clouds and clouds, never stop, even if the dead so, disdain day and night, there is always a cloud will exist for a person, consistent. Accompanied by gently closing the door, worry around the home, the expected empty. When the door closed, a slight moan echoed at home, stinging heart pain. Carefree stumble came to the balcony, tears dripping hit Clivia planted with her father and mother on. The joys and sorrows of the family seem to be still the things of yesterday, the pain in my heart