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吉秋清楚地记得,那天是清明节。雨是一只手,罩着世界,万物都在它怀里静谧又喧嚣地舞蹈;厄运是另一只手,它只俯下身子,轻轻捏了半下手指,吉秋的家就被它捻碎了。爸爸早上八点带着妈妈开车去给爷爷奶奶上坟,九点不到,就被一场车祸夺走了生命,永远隐去了身影。妈妈的躯壳虽然还在,不过她的心,已跟着爸爸一起飘向了乌有之乡,她连她唯一的女儿也不认得了,所以进了精神病院。
Ji Qiu clearly remember that day is the Ching Ming Festival. Rain is a hand, cover the world, everything in its arms quiet and noisy dance; doom is the other hand, it only bent over, gently pinch half a finger, Ji Qiu’s home was twisted Broken. Dad at 8:00 with my mother drove to the grandson grandmother on the grave, less than 9:00, was a car accident took away life, always hidden figure. Although her mother’s body is still there, her heart has drifted with her father to her hometown. She did not recognize her only daughter, so she entered a mental hospital.