在故乡重重叠叠的夜色里自己轻而易举就跌进了回忆里,一道弯也没有拐就触摸到了往日的美好。你是不是在猜想,此刻我端着一杯闲茶,或是端着一杯闷酒,要么抽着一根无聊的烟呢?因为它们是回忆的发起人呀?但是,你是否知道闲茶、闷酒、无聊烟也是记忆的掘墓人呢?要么是晴天里,纵横流淌的意识又发挥了最大长处,把积攒多日的感情得以充分的表达?你想错了,彻 In the numerous overlapping night in his home he easily fell into the memory, a bend did not turn to touch the good old days. You are not guessing, now I am holding a cup of tea, or carrying a glass of mulberry wine, or smoking a boring smoke? Because they are reminders of the memory of the way, but do you know that free tea, boring Wine, boring smoke is a memory of the gravedigger? Or it is sunny, the vertical and horizontal flow of consciousness has played the greatest strengths, the accumulated feelings of many days to be fully expressed? You think wrong, Toru