在商品琳琅满目的大街上,我会常常想起货郎。一条黝黑发亮的扁担,一面像小姑娘摇着发辫的手摇鼓,一副光亮的货架……货郎的足迹已远,而我追逐着那激越的鼓点,从一个孩童进入了成年。像消失在乡村田野上的风,像一块钟表停在了过去的某 In the array of goods on the street, I will often think of the groom. A dark shiny pole, a little girl with a braided trumpeting drum, a shiny shelf ... ... The groom’s footsteps are far away, and I chased that agitating drums, from a child into adulthood. Wind like disappearing in the countryside, like a clock stopped in the past