一大学毕业,我搭乘长途客车回返家乡,那是一处终年云雨缠绕的山间河谷,父亲的农田坐落于此。每过午后,山陵背面的阴影潜伏向下,带来雾的幽魂。幼时我爱好对其吐气,山林的雾遇上生人来自胸腔温热的气息,总如兽崽探出湿漉漉的鼻端,仅是轻轻一触,便惊慑后退;须臾间,又好奇地伸展小手,以其独有的湿冷气息与我唇吻相依。长途客车在乡间车站停妥,尚未下车,我透过车窗,见到了站台上的父亲。他正蹙眉点燃一根烟,发丝 After graduating from college, I took a long-distance bus back to my hometown, which was a mountain valley all year round with cloudiness and where my father’s farmland was located. Every afternoon, the shadows on the back of the hill lurk downward, bringing the ghost of the fog. When I was young, I like to exhale it. The fog of the mountains meets the warmth of the strangers from the chest. As always, the cub sucks out the wet nose. To extend the hand, with its unique moist atmosphere and my lips kiss dependent. Long-distance buses stopped in the country station, not yet off, I saw through the window, the father on the platform. He is frowning and igniting a cigarette