十多年以前,城北的黑河大桥就是我们一家人常去的地方。下午吃过饭以后,踏着黄昏的夕阳,迈着细碎的步子,走近大桥,这条不知从何而来又向何而去的大河就实实在在地被我们踩在了脚下。那张父母至今还保存的洋溢着幸福的老照片里定格了一家人的身影,也定格了脚下干涸的河床,身后已没有了夕阳,身边的红柳仰着红穗子直指苍穹,周边的暮色沉浸在亘古的苍茫里。十多年以后,城北的黑河大桥依然。只是,全家人各自奔忙,只有我一个人静静站立在桥头。并不宽阔的河道里,漫漫秋水迎着圆圆的落日软软流淌,落 More than a decade ago, the Heihe River Bridge in the north of the city was a place frequented by our family. After dinner in the afternoon, marching in the twilight sunset, marching step by step, approached the bridge, this I do not know where and from where the river is really stepped on our feet. That parents still preserved the happiness of the old photos in a fixed frame figure, but also freeze the foot of the dry river bed, behind the sunset has been no longer around the red rose looked straight at the sky, around the twilight immersion In the ancient vastness. More than a decade later, the Heihe Bridge in the north of the city still exists. Only, the whole family bustling, only I am a person standing quietly on the bridge. The river is not wide, long autumn days to greet the soft soft flowing, falling