杨绛《我们仨》我曾做过一个小梦,怪他一声不响地忽然走了。他现在故意慢慢走,让我一程一程送,尽量多聚聚,把一个小梦拉成一个万里长梦。这我愿意。送一程,说一声再见,又能见到一面。离别拉得长,是增加痛苦还是减少痛苦呢?我算不清。但是我陪他走的愈远,愈怕从此不见。龙应台《目送》火葬场的炉门前,棺木是一只巨大而沉重的抽屉,缓缓往前滑行。没有想到可以站得那么近,距离炉门也不过五米。雨丝被风吹斜,飘进长廊内。我掠开 Yang Jiang “We 仨” I have done a small dream, blame him suddenly gone aloud. Now he deliberately walked slowly, let me send one stroke, try to get together, to pull a small dream into a long dream. I will do it Send a ride, say goodbye, but also to see one side. It is not clear whether to increase the pain or to reduce the pain if I leave late. But the farther I walked with him, the more I was afraid to disappear from it. Lung Ying-ting “watched” crematorium in front of the furnace, the coffin is a huge and heavy drawer, slowly gliding forward. Did not think you can stand so close, but also five meters from the door. Rain silk was oblique wind, drifted into the promenade. I swept away