每个人的生命都被包容在不可知的岁月里,没有一个人的生命可以长过岁月,面对岁月,便面对了生老病死。在岁月的巷道里行进,有人糊涂,有人清醒。不知有多少回梦醒在夜半时分,听自己轻悄而匀细的呼吸,握在胸前的双手无法推开一种来自阻挡不住的流年碎影的惊惕。 Everyone’s life is contained in the unknowable years. No one’s life can live longer than the years. In the face of years, they face life and death. In the lanes of the years, there were people who were confused and some were sober. I do not know how many times to wake up in the middle of the night, listening to his quiet and uniform breathing, holding hands in front of his chest can not push a kind of shock from the fleeting unstoppable chaos.