时间,终究教会他成熟与感恩。我是在一场葬礼上见到郗颜的那一年,我们都十三岁。他站在一块黑色的墓碑前不肯走。夕阳漫射在半山里,像一片潋滟的湖水。后来,我悄悄和他说:“再不走,天就黑了。”他静静地看着墓碑,停了一会儿,说:“天黑怎么了?怕我爸爬出来咬你啊?”说实话,站漫山遍野的墓地中,听他冷森森的口气这么说,我还真怕他爸爬出来。郗颜的爸爸是我爸爸的战友。尽管我爸说在我4岁那年,和他一起玩儿过游戏 Time, after all, he taught him mature and grateful. I was at a funeral to see the face that year, we are 13 years old. He would not walk before standing on a black tombstone. Sunset diffuse in the middle of the mountain, like a stagnant lake. Later, I quietly said to him: “He is dark. ” He quietly looked at the tombstone, paused for a while, said: “What happened to the dark? Fear of my father climbed out to bite you? ”To be honest, stand in the graveyards everywhere, listen to him cold tone so to say, I’m really afraid his dad climbed out. Cheeky father is my dad’s comrade in arms. Although my dad said playing games with him when I was 4 years old