从记事起,我就目睹着亲人们一个个离去。外公、祖父、祖母、母亲和父亲的消失,像天边坠落的残阳,令人伤感却又无奈,他们的生命痕迹随着漆黑的夜空驶入另一个时空隧道,我想捕捉到他们的灵魂,可是我不通灵,一切想法只不过是痴人说梦。外公、祖父和祖母的离世,对我影响不大,乡村有趣的游戏很快就取代了一个蒙童对亲人的思念之情。母亲走的那年,我十二岁,刚上中学。母爱的丢失,让我变得沉默无语,忧郁寡欢。其实一 From the memo, I saw the relatives one by one leave. My grandfather, my grandmother, my mother and my father disappeared like the sunset over the sky, sad and helpless. Their life tracks went into another space-time tunnel with the dark night sky, and I wanted to capture their soul. However, I’m not psychic, all the ideas are just idiot. My grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s death, my grandfather, has little effect on me, the country interesting games soon replaced a Mongolian children’s thoughts of their loved ones. The year my mother went, I was twelve and I was in high school. The loss of maternal love, let me become silent, melancholy. In fact, one