农历七月十四,傍晚。桌上燃着香烛,摆了饭菜、水果、茶与酒。我站在桌前,凝视我的亲人。他们在相框里,是我的父亲、母亲和外公。其实,在我外公那个相框中,应该还有一位,我的外婆。外婆去世得太早,我没有见过她,她也没有留下一张照片。她与我外公同在一个相框里。没准就是这样,我外公拍这张照片时,已经将我外婆一起拍了进去。我外公这一生,只拍过这一张照片,那是他去世前一年的冬天拍摄的。那时他已经七十九岁,他在那一年 Lunar New Year July fourteen, evening. Burning incense on the table, put food, fruit, tea and wine. I stood at the table, staring at my loved ones. They are in the picture frame, my father, mother and grandfather. In fact, my grandfather in that picture frame, there should be one, my grandmother. Grandmother died too early, I have not seen her, she did not leave a photo. She and my grandfather in a picture frame. Maybe this is the case, my grandfather shot this picture, I have already taken my grandma into it. My grandfather's life, took only this one picture, it was taken in the winter the year before his death. At that time he was already seventy-nine years old, he was in that year