好多年以前,听蔡琴的老歌《渡口》,那是个黄昏的雨天,院中有一棵白杨树,硕大的叶子,被风一吹,便“唰唰”作响,而细雨作和弦,听上去有如千军万马,呼啸而来。桌上的一杯热茶,袅袅的热气早已荡然无存,只一个刹那,只一个转身,我的心便荒芜了。那是一首讲情感泅渡的老歌,纵有千般不舍,纵有万 Many years ago, listening to Tsai's old song Ferry, it was a twilight rainy day. There was a poplar and huge leaves in the courtyard. When the wind blows, it rattles and the drizzle Chords, sounds like a mighty force, whistling. A cup of hot tea on the table, the curl of the heat has long been gone, only one moment, only one turned around, my heart was barren. It is an old song about the transition of emotion, despite the thousands of homes, with thousands