回到村庄,我会像一位传统的农人,习惯于站立村口,向远处遥望。遥望什么?真的很难说。也许,是遥望一种记忆;也许,是在遥望中,寻找那些失去了的光阴,或者物象;以便,为自己寻找到某种精神上的寄托。我的背后是村庄。村庄,村庄,我生于斯,长于斯的村庄。房屋、炊烟、粪土,参差的树木、葱郁的庄稼,所有的物象、气味,都 Back to the village, I will be like a traditional farmer, used to stand in the village entrance, looking into the distance. Looking away? Really difficult to say. Perhaps, is to look at a kind of memory; perhaps, is looking in the search for those lost time, or objects; in order to find some kind of spiritual sustenance for themselves. Behind me is the village. Village, village, I was born in Sri Lanka, Sri Lanka’s village. Houses, smoke, dirt, mixed trees, lush crops, all objects, scents, all