三岁。开始有了记忆。就像走在雪地上,前行的每一步都在原本无痕的雪面上留下痕迹,无论未来回头看时它是否还清晰……小小的你为了早点儿下楼去玩,一个踉跄,竟滚下楼梯。隐约记得满目的红,钻心的痛。你的奶奶急中生智,从面袋子里掏出一把面粉糊在了你的脑袋上……幸运的是,没有任何后遗症,不过多年来,那疤痕牢牢地占据着你的后脑勺,多年来,那里“寸草不生”。六岁。 Three years old. Start with memory. Like walking in the snow, every step forward in the no trace of the snow left traces, regardless of the future look back when it is still clear ... small you go downstairs to play earlier, a 踉 跄Actually went down the stairs. Vaguely remember all over the red, painful. Your grandmother is in a hurry and pulls out a flour paste from your noodle bag on your head ... Fortunately, there is no sequelae, but over the years, the scars have taken hold of your head, and over the years, there “Inch grass is not born ”. Six years old.