恍惚间,我听见了随风飘来的一声微弱的叹息,被风吹向遇真庙的方向。我同遇真庙最多的记忆兴许就是它后堂的味道,而味道却是最难于记忆的。那里有被鱼鳞刮动了的晶莹,风里带着香烛燃尽了的气息,元宝的金箔在灰烬里犹存的闪亮,风中还夹杂着一个爱笑的声音。四下张望时,却只抓住她猩红的衣角的痕迹,在某个角落一闪而过。那个庙里的姑娘,我似乎是不曾正面与她打过照面的。每每十五去到庙里,在祖母同住持师傅扯来几句寒暄时,我都会下意识地朝四下张望。那 Trance, I heard a weak sigh floating in the wind, the wind was blown to the direction of the real temple. Perhaps the greatest memory of my encounter with the true temple is the taste of its back hall, but the taste is the hardest to remember. Where there was crystal scraped by the fish scales, the wind with a burning incense burner of the atmosphere, gold ingot gold shining in the ashes, the wind is also mixed with a laughter voice. When looked around, but only to catch the traces of her scarlet clothes, flash in a corner. The girl in that temple, I seem to have never had a face to face with her. Often go to the temple on the fifteen, in the grandmother with his master to pull a few greetings, I will subconsciously looked around. that