人生就是一出戏,你走慢了,有些东西就赶不到了。此刻的她是这么安静,安静地像那几只她买来的鱼,在清冽的水中在清朗的空气中脱魂地打坐,如僧人虔诚。“走慢一点啊!”“再不快走,赶不上你爷爷的戏了。”出门的时候,她锁门发现又忘了带白酒,于是开锁重回屋拿酒,走出院子的时候被砖头绊了脚,跌了个跟头,她摔倒的时候仍是护着酒,似乎能听见她那脆弱的骨头撞上水泥地发出像爷爷咀嚼着她做得脆脆的鱼嘴巴发出的声音。酒一滴未洒,我问她为什么不盖盖,她说酒香比人快,爷爷闻到酒香就知道我们在路上了。她拍了拍裤腿倒是利利索索地站起来,没有踉跄地快走到我跟前拉起我的手腕, Life is a play, you go slow, something can not catch up. At the moment she was so quiet, quietly like those few fish she bought, in the clear water in a dewy soul meditating in the clear air, such as the devout monks. “Go slower! ” “Do not go away, can not keep up with your grandfather’s play.” "When you go out, she found the door and forgot to bring the white wine, so unlock back to the house to take the wine, when out of the yard was The brick tripped over her feet and dropped her heels. She still protected her wine when she fell, as if she could hear her fragile bones hit the concrete to make a noise like the crunchy fish her mouth chewed by her grandfather. Sprinkle a drop of wine, I asked her why not cover, she said the wine is faster than wine, grandpa smell the wine to know that we are on the road. She patted the trouser legs but lisently stood up, did not shyly walked to me to pull up my wrist,