从出生那天写起

类别：成长

五十岁开始写自传时才发现，真正塑造自我的并非大事件，而是那些微小却鲜活的日常瞬间。

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For my fiftieth birthday, I gave myself a project. 五十岁生日那天，我给自己找了个活儿干。

I would write the story of my life. 我要把我自己的一生写下来。

One page a day, starting from the day I was born. 从我出生的那天写起，一天写一页。

I expected to write about the big things. 我原本以为自己会写些人生大事。

The exams. 比如那些考试。

The wedding. 比如婚礼。

The day we moved abroad. 比如我们搬去国外的日子。

Here's what surprised me. 但出乎我意料的是，

Those pages were short. 那些经历我都写得很短。

I knew the facts, but I couldn't feel them. 事情我都记得，但就是找不回当时的感觉了。

Then one morning I started writing about my grandfather's hands, 直到有一天早上，我动笔写起了我爷爷的手，

peeling an orange in one long piece. 写他怎么把一整个橙子皮完整地剥下来。

Four pages. 不知不觉就写了整整四页。

I could smell it. 我甚至能闻到那股橙子味。

The sound of our old gate. 还有我家老铁门开合的声音。

My sister and I, sharing one umbrella and fighting about it. 我和我姐同撑一把伞，还一路吵个不停。

At the time, none of it mattered. 在当时，这些小事根本没人放在心上。

Nobody took a photo. 也没人拍过照片。

I'm on page two hundred now, and I've learned something. 现在我都写到第二百页了，也算悟出了一点道理。

The big days are what happened to me. 那些所谓的大日子，只是发生在我身上的事。

The small ones are who I was. 而这些琐碎的日子，才构成了真正的我。