编·印象:春天是个万物萌动的季节,对亲人的思念也悄然苏醒。那些藏在心底的小小思念,在春天的阳光下一晒,就像雪碧里清凉的气泡一样瞬间冲了出来,在阳光下溢得满地都是。我曾有过一只小猫,在我十岁的时候。准确地说,那不是我的小猫,是爷爷的。我是回乡下陪爷爷奶奶过暑假时见到它的。爷爷那时候七十多岁,身体硬朗得很,走在田野里的小路上时脚下生风。他很瘦,是个活泼的老头儿:把捉来的大螳螂放在我手里,在我被它的钳子抓得哇哇大叫时幸灾乐祸 Editor’s impression: Spring is a season of germination of all things, but also quietly remembered their loved ones. Those little thoughts hidden in the heart, a sun in the spring sunshine, just like the sprite cool bubbles rushed out in an instant, under the sunshine all over. I had had a kitten when I was ten years old. To be exact, that’s not my kitten, my grandpa. I was back home to spend time with my grandparents to see it over the summer. At that time, my grandfather was seventy years old. She was very tough and walked in the path in the fields when she was at her feet. He was very skinny, a lively old man: putting the big mantis caught in my hand and schadenfreude when I was grabbed by its pliers