“摇啊摇,摇到外婆桥……”夜深,人静。夜空就像泼了墨的宣纸,唯有一处鹅黄点染。冷风扬起蓝格窗帘,传来若有若无的歌谣……歌声携着宠溺,携着岁月的味道扑面而来。我痴痴地笑了,又想到了外婆。最近几天,我会在不同时间、不同地点,“看到”外婆模糊的脸,如天真的孩子般, “Shake ah shake, shake grandmother bridge ... ” late at night, quiet. The night sky is like an ink of rice paper, only a yellow dotted. Cold raised blue grid curtains, if Ruowaduo ballad ... ... singing carrying spoiled, carrying the smell of years blowing. I jerky laugh, but also thought grandmother. In recent days, I will at different times, different locations, “see ” grandmother fuzzy face, like a naive child,