油布伞消失了。我翻遍每个角落,都没有找到它的影子。那是一把重重的油布伞,小时候,我想把它举过头顶,得需要很大的力气。我记得它和我一般高的,即便高出一点,也仅仅是没过头顶而已。散发着潮湿气息的油布上面,闪烁着斑斑点点的水渍,有些发黄,也有些昏暗。整把伞飘荡着一种淡淡的味道,像槐花的清香,又像田 Oilcloth umbrella disappeared. I searched every corner, did not find its shadow. It was a heavy parachute umbrella. As a kid, I wanted to lift it over my head to get a lot of energy. I remember it and I generally high, even higher, it is just over the top. Exudes moisture damp tarpaulin above, gleaming spots of water stains, some yellow, some dim. The whole umbrella floating with a touch of taste, like the fragrance of Sophora japonica, but also like the field