遗物

去年年底，家里因为整修而翻出一些祖母身前用过的物品。尽管我不愿意，父亲还是以没用为由砸了一些旧木椅在后院生起了火堆，而我却被火焰拽入了时间的隧道：

铝制镜子不再清晰，似我模糊变淡的记忆，这是祖母年轻时的嫁妆，每天清晨她对着镜子梳理头发；

儿时的我没有很多玩具，调皮的我总是喜欢拉着她陪我一起玩搭积木；

木质鞋模上，年轮清晰可见，儿时，祖母做的布鞋我总不爱穿,要拉她去买回力牌球鞋；

几个营养液的包装盒里是一叠病历卡，晚年的祖母每天都有一把药片要吃；

和祖母一起生活十三年最终被装在了一个木盒子锁入了木柜，纱窗外的水杉树长高了，正如我已然长大成人。

原来在储藏室的角落里还有这么多记忆的灵魂在独自帮我拽住时间。

Memento

Last winter, my father burned some grandmother’s wooden chair. The flame grasped me into the Time Tunnel:

Aluminum mirror isn’t clear any more, just like my fading memory. It is the dowry of this young lady. Grandmother combing her hair in front the mirror every morning;

I didn’t have many childhood toys, and when I was a little boy I always wanted to play together with grandmother;

You can still say the tree rings on the wooden shoes mold, at that time I preferred to ask her to buy a pair of sports shoes, because I regarded cloth shoes as old shoes;

There is a pile of medical records card in the boxes of nutrient solution, Grandmother had to take a lot of pills every day;

Thirteen years was finally being locked into a wooden counter, trees outside the windows have been very tall, as I have grow up to become a man from a little boy.

What a nice surprise that there are souls of memory in the corner helping me to retain the time.