或许只有亲历残忍,才会学会恐惧,学会对生命敬畏。最初,我们不知对错,不辨善恶,后来命运用巨大代价让我知道死亡的痛楚,教会我对生命敬畏。可惜,我们都领悟得太迟。那一年我们十二岁,小学六年级,懵懂、无畏,浑身上下是落后小镇里孩子特有的野气,或者也可以叫作生气。我爱那种气息,它像盛夏的草,像初春的种子,像一切遍地可寻却转瞬即逝的力量。而那力量,在十二岁那年的冬天便从我身上消 Perhaps only experienced cruel, will learn to fear, learn to fear of life. Initially, we did not know right and wrong, did not distinguish between good and evil, then fate paid a huge price to let me know the pain of death, taught me to give my life awe. Unfortunately, we all realize too late. That year we are twelve years old, sixth grade primary school, ignorant, fearless, covered in children behind the town is a unique wild, or can be called angry. I love that kind of atmosphere, it is like summer grass, like the seeds of early spring, like all over the place can be found fleeting force. And that power, in the twelfth year of the winter, disappeared from me