“啪”地一声,原来是爸爸不小心打碎了碗, 四处飞溅的碎片,撒落一地。我的眼前不由得浮 现出了上次的情景:仍是飞溅的碎片,仍是在自 己的家,仍是我的爸爸,可不同的是,这次是碗, 那次是钟;这次是无意,那 “Snapped” to the sound, turned out to be my father accidentally broke the bowl, splashed debris around, spilled. My eyes could not help but emerge from the last scene: still splashed fragments, still in their own home, is still my father, but the difference is that this is the bowl, that is the clock; this time there is no intention ,that