在他60岁那年,踏上斑马线的瞬间,我那六英尺高的父亲就成了我最小的孩子。一辆货车撞上他,同时在车顶上松松系着的梯子顺势冲向前,重击他的右太阳穴。据事故调查员事后计算,那些梯子仅仅只是移动了几英寸而已。在家里,门铃响了。15年前的那时,我并不知道那事实上是“丧钟”的敲响。当我走去应门时,透过彩色玻璃板我看到了警报器闪烁的光——那是警察!他们把我和母亲快速带到医院急诊室。在那里,一个护士正等着把我们带到亲属间。被漆成深红色的亲属间在每一个平面都配有开着的纸巾盒。我把舒洁纸巾视为死亡宣告的一种代码。 At the dawn of the zebra crossing when I was 60, my 6-foot father became my youngest child. A truck crashed into him while a loosely laced ladder rushed forward and smashed his right temple. Accident investigators later calculated that the ladders just moved a few inches. At home, the doorbell rang. At that time, 15 years ago, I did not know that it was in fact the “bell of death” sounded. When I walked to the door, I saw the twinkling of lights through the stained glass - that was the police! They took me and my mother to the hospital emergency room quickly. There, a nurse is waiting to take us to relatives. Painted crimson kinsfolk in each plane with an open tissue box. I saw ShuJie tissue as a code of death declaration.