很早就想为这个干净而明亮的男人写点文字,却一直下不了笔。因为一想起他,便无法不联想到他的死亡,他生命凄惨乖戾的终结,他竟然用那样一种方式结束了自己,也伤害了别人。我曾读到他生命最后留给儿子木耳的诗,写进了柔柔的父爱,也写进了许多美丽的渴望。但他还是走了,他那黑夜赋予的黑 Very early wanted to write a text for this clean and bright man, but has been under no pen. Because when he remembered him, he could not fail to think of his death, the end of his miserable life, he ended up in such a way, but also hurt others. I have read the last words of his life left for my son’s ear, written in the tender Father’s love, and written many beautiful desires. But he still gone, his black night given