生命
去年在海南，海滩上发生的一幕，挥之不去。
碧蓝的天空、辽阔的大海、松软的沙滩、郁郁葱葱的椰子树......一切都这样美好。然而一个12岁的孩子在这里永远离开了这个世界。
听说是个男孩；听说只有12岁；听说家人不让他来海边，他非要来；听说已经做了好几遍心肺复苏；听说......
我当时很希望我听说的这件事离我们很遥远，这样我就不用望向事故发生的地方。那地方离我们不到200米。我没有勇气靠近。听说这件事的时候，已经有人打了120，可是还没来。一个中年男人急得团团转，骂起了脏话：“真他妈的！都多长时间了还不到？！”这是个善良的局外人。女人在旁边劝他：“急也没用啊。”
这里是个景区，偏僻得很，要坐很远的车才能到一个小镇。而且听说孩子已经没了呼吸。
我们这些游客，除了有些许恐慌外，也不知该有什么反应。男孩躺在沙滩上，周围零零散散有些人。
我们失了继续玩下去的兴致，叹息着慢慢往外走。一无所知的新游客陆陆续续到来，沙滩上仍旧热闹不已。刚来的游客不知道这个沙滩上有个生命正在消失，开心的向大海狂奔过去；有些人乐此不疲的跟大海嬉戏，因为别人跟自己没关系。
沙滩上到处是残忍的陌生人。
晚上听到小区里的人们在议论这件事、这个孩子。
然后这件事就过去了。
第二天，我晨跑时发现沙滩附近的路边立了一块牌子：禁止下海游泳，否则后果自负。这冷冰冰的警示牌是一个孩子用鲜活的生命换来的。听说他的母亲当天下午到孩子去世的地方烧了纸哭了一场。
我绕过了那个地方。一边跑步一边偷偷望了那里一眼，没有任何特别，海浪已经把一切冲刷得干干净净。没有任何痕迹，就像什么都没发生过一样。
我如此爱大海。现在我恨它。它仍然那么辽阔，那么美。哗哗的海浪依然此起彼伏，这就是它狰狞的模样。令人心碎的美。永不休止的冷漠无情。
亲戚或余悲，他人亦已歌；死去何所道，托体同山阿。
life
When in hainan last year, the scene on the beach. I always remember, lingering.
The sky is blue, the vast sea, soft sand, lush coconut trees... Everything is so beautiful. However a 12-year-old children here forever left the world.
I heard it's a boy; I heard he’s only 12 years old; Heard his family don't let him to the beach, he want to come; Heard that has been done several times cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR); I heard that...
I was very hope I heard it is very far from us, so that I wouldn't have looked at the accident. The name of that place less than 200 meters away from us. I hadn’t the courage to close. Heard that have to call an ambulance, but it hadn't come yet. A middle-aged man was out in a rash, scolded a dirty words: "fuck! How long are the less than?!" This is a kind of outsiders. The woman beside advised him: "worry is not help."
Here is a scenic area, remote, sit long car to get to a small town. And I had heard that children had not breath.
We these tourists, besides a little panic, Also didn't know what I should have reaction. The boy lay on the beach, some people went around.
We couldn’t continue to play fun, sighed and slowly went toward outside walk, Didn't know anything new visitorsare still coming to the beach，the beach is still very busy.The new tourists didn't know this a life on the beach was disappearing, happy to run to the sea; Some people enjoyed playing with the sea, because others with them self it doesn't matter.
The beach was full of cruel stranger.
Heard people in the village at night talking about this matter, and the child.
Then the matter in the past.
The next day, when I was running in the early morning found beach made a sign near the side of the road: the sea swimming is forbidden, otherwise the consequence is proud. The cold warning signs was a children acquired at the cost of living life.
Heard that the death of his mother in the afternoon to children place burned paper wept there.
I was around the place. While running secretly looked there, without any special, waves had washed everything neatly. Without any trace, like nothing happened.
I love the sea so much. Now I hate it. It is still so vast, so beautiful. Still, the sound of the waves this is its ferocious appearance. The beauty of heartbreak. Restless indifference.
More than relatives or sorrow, others have also been song; Die any way, with the body, with a mountains.
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