我站在姥姥背后,她蜷曲得像一只小猫。小时候一直以为大人们都是不会倒下的,他们坚强,权威,实在地存在,没有什么可以动摇。可姥姥老了,没有力气抱着我睡觉,记忆里的故事也慢慢没了结尾没有高潮。我看着她变老,就像看着一朵花枯萎一样,站在生命轮回的彼岸无能为力,甚至在现在这 I stood behind me, she was like a cat. When I was a child, I thought that all the grown-ups would not fall. They were strong, authoritative, and there really was nothing to shake. It’s old, no effort to hold me to sleep, the story in memory is slowly no end without climax. I watched her grow old as if she looked at a flower withered. Standing on the other side of the life cycle was powerless, even now.