在第十六个生日里,我开始怀念老家。七岁前那是我无忧无瑕的年华,七岁后她与我的童年一起被时代抛弃,幻为尘埃。走上那座染了青苔纹饰的石桥,在嗒嗒声里跨过一簇簇围绕荾角旋转的潋滟水花,迈进石墙后的小院。蔷薇、枯藤、摇椅、木门、纸窗、小阁楼……温润的水气渲染开记忆,迷离有痕。 On the sixteenth birthday, I began to miss my hometown. Seven years before that was my carefree year, when she was seven years old, she was thrown away with my childhood with illusion of dust. Embarked on the stone bridge decorated with moss decoration, in the rattling across a cluster of swirling water around the temples, into the small courtyard after the stone wall. Rose, withered rattan, rocking chair, wooden door, paper window, small attic ... ... moister water vapor rendering open memories, blurred traces.