乐山,没有深邃湛蓝的大海,没有噪音轰鸣的飞机场,没有高耸入云的大厦,没有拥挤的人群,寒冷的冬季,也不曾有鹅毛般的大雪。一个不大不小的秀丽城市里,容纳着我十几个春秋的人生以及我的青春故事。不知从哪个季节开始,自己如愿以偿地学会了遗忘,遗忘梦想,遗忘文字,遗忘哀伤,遗忘 Leshan, there is no deep blue sea, no noise roaring airfield, no towering buildings, no crowds, cold winter, there have been no snow-like feathers. In a small and beautiful city, I have a dozen spring and autumn lives and my youth story. I do not know from which season, I learned to forget, to forget my dreams, to forget the words, to forget to be sad, to forget