总有一天我会再回江城,无论青春已经经历了怎样的颠沛流离。我相信,残留的痛和伤痕,终会如奔流的江河般逝去。只是,现在我还不能回去。照片已渐渐泛黄:桀骜的子衿揽着我的肩,子藜则在我们俩中间笑得天真烂漫。我叫顾亦茗,是江子衿这辈子最好的兄弟。NO.1江城的孩子没有童年。我印象中,江城只有荒芜的山,贫瘠的原野,低矮的瓦房。父母出远门打工一年后的一天,我在辽阔的江岸无聊地堆沙堡。忽然有人说话:“嘿,我认识你,你也逃学了?”我抬头一看,说话的是个皮肤晒得黝黑的少年。他从高高的钢丝堆上一跃而下,喊出了我的名字。一直很孤单的我,那天跟这个叫子衿的少年在江岸上肆意奔跑。刺眼 One day I will be back to Jiangcheng, no matter how youth has gone through disrepair. I believe that residual pain and wounds will eventually pass away like a stream of rivers. But, I can not go back now. The picture is getting yellowed: the grubby child holds my shoulder, and the quinoa laughs innocently in the middle of the two of us. My name is Gu Yiming and I am the best brother of Jiang Zijiao in my life. NO.1 Jiangcheng children have no childhood. In my mind, Jiangcheng only deserted mountains, barren fields, low tile roof. One day after my parents left home to work for a year, I was bored with sandcastles on the vast river bank. Suddenly someone spoke: “Hey, I know you, you also play truant?” I looked up and spoke of a tanned skin teenager. He jumped from the heap of high wire and shouted my name. I have been very lonely, that day with this young boy named Zi Wan wanton run on the bank of the river. Dazzling