时光荏苒,白驹过隙。这快十四年的生活如黑白电影似的在我的脑海中不停播放、重播、轮流循环着,一帧一帧的画面总接二连三地闪过。我时不时一边控制住播放速度,一边津津有味地回味着那些琐碎又零散的细节,旁边总掺入几盏灯火来驱赶内心若隐若现的害怕、不安,它们一如既往地停驻在那,忽亮忽暗的灯光足以驱赶内心的一切的寂寥、微凉。 Time flies, white foal. This almost fourteen-year-old life, like black and white movies, is constantly playing, replaying and cycling in my mind. The images of each frame flashed one after another. From time to time I control the speed of play, relish the trivial and scattered details of the relish, next to the total number of lights mixed with a few to dodge the looming fear, anxiety, they continue to park there, the flickering lights Enough to drive all the lonely heart, cool.