那个秋日的午后,阳光无力地洒了下来,空气仿佛凝固了,大地死一般沉寂。那一刻,没有人知道他内心里想到的是什么,当公交车驶来的时候,他急速地冲向马路中央,迎头撞了上去。我的母亲不在了,老家拆迁了,父亲住在大弟的厂子里。回去探望父亲,刚见面,父亲就着急地告诉我:纯宏死了……没有人让他去死,是他自己撞上了公共汽车。闻之不幸,我惊愕得半天无语。纯宏爷死了,他为什么要死?没病没痛的,是谁招他惹他 That autumn afternoon, the sun sprinkled weakly, the air seemed frozen, the earth died in general silence. At that moment, no one knew what was in his mind. When the bus came, he rushed to the center of the road and hit head-on. My mother is gone, the demolition of his home, my father lives in the younger brother’s factory. Back to visit his father, just met, my father told me in a hurry: pure macros died ... no one let him die, he himself hit the bus. Unluckily, I was astonished for half a day without words. Pure grandfather dead, why did he die? No pain, no one is stricken him to provoke him