我是见过他的,在那些被时光打磨得光滑无比的罅隙中,他无处不在。而就在此刻我怀念他的那一瞬间我才真正看清楚他的脸,那时他的容颜还稍显饱满,点缀着些许雾霭的眼睛,盯着庭院里落地的阳光。他的两膝旁拥围着许多听故事的孩子,听模糊而沙哑的声音讲同一个故事,可孩子们总是乐此不疲。到了故事结束的时候他总是感慨:每一个人都是活在同 I have seen him, in those who are smooth polished by the time gap, he is everywhere. At the moment I miss him, I really saw his face. At that time, his face was still slightly full, with some misty eyes, and staring at the sunshine in the courtyard. His two knees surrounded by many children listening to the story, listen to vague and husky voice tell the same story, but the children always enjoy it. By the end of the story he always sighs: everyone is living in the same