人是活在自己的世界里的。他们总是喜欢把脑子里零零碎碎的片段,同岁月的轨迹连接起来,去细细地读,一读再读。然后,他们总会沉浸在过去的记忆里,总会叹息无情的岁月把自己的一切都带走。小时候,舅舅家有过一条黄狗。那是一条很瘦的狗,没有多余的一丝脂肪,看得见腿上一段段的关节凸起。记忆中,它和我一起长大。刚到舅舅家时,它看见我会狂吠不止,原本柔和的目光在转到客人身上时,会顿时锐利, Man is living in his own world. They always like to connect fragmented parts of the brain with the trajectory of the years, read it carefully, and read it again. Then, they will always be immersed in the memory of the past, always sighing ruthless years to take everything away. When I was a child, my family had a yellow dog. It was a very thin dog. There was no excess of fat, and a section of joint protrusion was visible in the leg. In memory, it grew up with me. When I first came to the house, it saw that I would be mad, and the original soft eyes would turn sharply when they turned to the guests.