看着一堆老照片,心里掠过一丝丝歉意。一向没有整理照片的习惯,却有喜欢盲目拍照的毛病。从小到大,聚沙成塔,所以家里放着不少照片。可惜的是,孩提时代的“古董”黑白相片甚少,婴儿时仅存的一张秃头美照也已不知去向。照片里一张张熟悉的脸孔,虽然都同在这小小的世界里生活着,只是地与地、心与心的距离,或远或近。时光流逝,总会有此情不再的遗憾,当时的欢乐,也只能在照片里寻回一点一滴。 Looking at a pile of old photos, I passed my heart with a slight apology. There has been no habit of sorting photos, but there are problems like blindly taking pictures. From small to large, sand and sand towers, so many photos were kept at home. Unfortunately, there were very few “antique” black-and-white photographs of childhood, and the only remaining baldness that the baby had had disappeared. A familiar face in the photo, although all living together in this small world, is just the distance between earth and earth, heart and heart, or far or near. As time goes by, there will always be regrets that this situation will no longer be, and the joy at that time can only be found in the photos.