一直回想过去,或许正应了某友“莫非老了”的判断。人入老境,日所思、夜所梦的都是前尘往事,一幕幕回放,恍若重新体验往昔岁月的精华。然而,我并不很老,却一直被往事纠缠,像藤蔓一样络在生活中,挣脱不开。三十多年前,蠡口的胡巷,那是1973年下半年,我虚龄8岁,刚读小学一年级下学期时。胡巷是蠡口镇下边的一个乡镇,小镇只有一条街,小学校在镇的东头,原先是某大户的家宅。上世纪七十年代没有讲古的人,因为保不定一说就蒙了妄想变天的罪名,所以我不知道这个所在属 Has been looking back in the past, perhaps should be a friend “is it ” old judgment. People into the old age, the Japanese think, the dream of the night are all previous events, scenes replay, reminding us of scenes to re-experience the cream of the past years. However, I am not very old, but has been entangled in the past, live in the same way as vines, get away. Thirty years ago, the mouth of Hu Lane, it was the second half of 1973, I was 8 years old, just finished first grade next semester. Hu Lane is a township under the town of Qiaokou, the town has only one street, the primary school in the town of Tung Tau, was originally a big family house. The seventies of last century did not speak of the ancient people, because Paul indefinable said on the cover of the crime of paranoia, so I do not know where this belongs