当我第一次走进这扇门时,我分明感到我和这个家的距离。我一个人站在堂屋的窗户前,心里乱乱的什么也没有看。只记得屋檐下挂着晶莹的冰凌, 融化了的冰水顺着砖瓦滴到墙上。父亲就是在两年前的这个时候去世的,那些日子,我经常一个人透过窗 When I first entered this door, I clearly felt that I was away from this home. I stood alone in front of the window of the main room and looked at nothing in my heart. Just remember that the ice crystals hang under the eaves, and the melted ice water trickle down the walls. My father died at this time two years ago. On those days, I often went through the window alone.