俯瞰海湾的灵魂对活人来说,死亡始终是个难以逾越的屏障。活人变成死人,灵魂出窍就成了过去式,没了返回的路径。一条路走到黑,路便到了尽头。这一切,死人无所谓,活人却战战兢兢。拍啦一下,荒草丛生,幽寂弥漫。在我关于青岛山墓地记忆的所有细枝末节里,始终有一种令人窒息的紧张。我一直不知道,远处一排排遮天蔽日的大树阴影下面,被杂草丛生中的断垣残壁和鳞次栉比的迎春花包裹着 Overlooking the gulf of the soul to the living, death has always been an insurmountable barrier. When a living person becomes a dead person, the soul’s outlet becomes a past tense and fails to return. A road to black, the road will come to an end. All this, the dead do not care, the living is trembling. Patted it, grassland, quiet filled diffuse. There is always a suffocating tension in all the minutiae I remember about the cemetery in Qingdao. I did not know, far behind the shadow of a row of hidden trees, was covered with weeds in the ruins and row upon row of spring flowers