只此3年,我自己却站在了死亡的边缘,望着墙头结婚照上云子深情的眸子,我知道,我面前的巨大灾难,比“2012世界末日”的传说来得更放肆、更真实、更恐惧,也更无理取闹。对妻坦承病情等孩子安静地睡着了,我把云子叫到客厅。我们坐在沙发上,我先说话:“我给你念首诗吧。”“哟,是你新写的诗吗?” Only three years, I have stood on the brink of death, looking at the walls of the wedding photo on the affectionate eye of the cloud, I know, the huge disaster before me, “” “Doomsday ” legend came more presumptuous, More real, more fearful, and more vexatious. His wife confession of illness and other children quietly fell asleep, I called the cloud child to the living room. We sat on the couch, I first speak: “I will read you the first poem. ” “Yo, is your newly written poem?”