回到老家,清理幼时的藏宝箱,稀奇古怪的玩具之下,卡通封面的小日记本静静地躺在箱底。我伸手把它拿出来,翻着它发黄的纸张,稚嫩的铅笔字夹杂着汉语拼音映入眼帘:“今天,外pó给我zhǔ了我最爱吃的……”一点一滴,记录着有她相伴的日子。欢笑、泪水,最终定格在末页简笔画中的两个小人,一高一矮,手拉着手,开心地笑着,下方工工整整地落了款:2005年2月。 Back home, clean up when the treasure chest, bizarre toys under the cartoon cover small diary lying quietly at the bottom of the box. I reached out and took it out, turning it yellow paper, immature pencils mixed with Chinese pinyin: “Today, outside pó give me zhǔ my favorite ... ...” bit by bit , Recorded the day she accompanied. Laughter, tears, final freeze in the final page of the two stick figures, one high and one low, hand in hand, happy smile, the following workers fall completely paragraph: February 2005.