过去如同攥在手中的一把干沙,自以为攥得很紧,实际上早已从指缝中流光了。支离破碎的记忆中偶尔可以找到几道清晰的痕迹,仿佛就像昨天才刚刚发生,细节历历在目。能记起的最早的痕迹是在一片沙滩之上。那是一条河边的沙滩,当时天上有一轮圆月,月光下的河水银波荡漾。我在沙滩上挖坑,挖一个坑坑底就有水渗出,水中就有一个小月亮。我就这样不停地挖,挖了好多个坑,引来好多个小月亮。挖累了,就躺在沙滩上,柔软的沙子让人感觉十分舒适。小月亮就在我身边, In the past, like a dry sand clutched in his hand, he thought he was very tight and actually had long streamed from his fingers. Occasionally, you can find a few clear traces of the fragmented memory, as if just as yesterday, just happened, the details vividly. The earliest mark that can be remembered is on a sandy beach. It was a beach by the river, when there was a round moon in the sky, the moonlight under the silver waves rippling. I dig a hole in the beach, dig a hole at the end of the water seepage, there is a small moon in the water. I kept digging, dug a lot of pit, attracted a lot of small moon. Dug tired, lying on the beach, soft sand makes people feel very comfortable. Little moon is by my side,