楔子晨光透过玻璃窗照射在窗口的花瓶上,火红的玫瑰在温暖的阳光下盛放。花束的阴影中,一个六七岁的小男孩横躺在地上。刺目的鲜血染红了洁白的地砖,向着楼梯口蔓延。楼梯的尽头,一个十三四的小女孩呆呆地站着。小男孩的身旁,一位四十多岁的女人像枯木般瘫软在地上,她的眼泪早已流干。“嘭!”窗口传来窗户玻璃碎裂的声音,接着花瓶掉在了地上,玫瑰花重重摔落,花瓣散了一地。四月的春风拂过 The dawn of the wedge shines through the glass windows on the window vase, and the fiery rose in full bloom in the warm sunshine. In the shadow of the bouquet, a six-year-old boy lays on the ground. Glaring blood stained white floor tiles, toward the staircase spread. At the end of the stairs, a 1334 little girl stood blankly. Beside the little boy, a forty-year-old woman was paralyzed on the ground like a dead wood, and her tears had dried up. “嘭! ” Window came the broken glass windows, then the vase fell on the ground, the roses fell heavily, the petals scattered. April’s spring breeze