已记不清多少次,我梦见那把锋利的斧头不停喷涌出鲜红的血水,伴着狂风黑沙,将我掩埋。那是我自掘的坟墓。——题记在我70岁的时候,苍老征服了我的身体,皱纹的大肆进攻使我不堪重负。每日每夜我都坐在窗前,静静地望着一片荒芜,呆呆地听着 Can not remember how many times, I dreamed that the sharp ax kept pouring red blood, accompanied by the wind black sand, buried me. That’s my own digging grave. - Inscriptions When I was seventy years old, the old man conquered my body and the overwhelming attack of wrinkles overwhelmed me. Every day and night I sat in front of the window, quietly looking at a barren, staring to listen