五月初正是万物绿得正好的时节。清澈的阳光盈满了一室,外婆就这样任自己随着水波,去向了我们无法到达的远方。噩耗刚传来时,全家人不约而同地和外公保持着如出一辙的平静。原来,真切的哀痛到来时并没那么惊心动魄,它只是千丝万缕地缠绕在往后的岁月里,无论什么缘由都足够牵扯动那隐约的痛楚。于我们来说,于外公来说。 Early May is just the right season for everything. Crystal clear sunshine full of a room, grandmother so any of their own with the water, went to the distance we can not reach. When the sad news came, the whole family invariably held the same calm with the grandpa. It turned out that the arrival of real sorrow is not so soul-stirring, it is only inextricably wound in the years after, no matter what the reasons are enough to involve the vague pain. For us, for my grandfather.