记忆是一道门,许多时候都对人关闭着。遗忘则像一把锁,牢牢锁住过去时光里驳杂丰富细碎的生活情节。不过偶尔,当恍如隔世的歌声穿越岁月的障壁,开始在你心灵的荒原上洒落满天的星光,那决堤的思绪仿佛也跟海水一般涨潮,波涛,荡动不息,承载绽开了一连串的关于歌的回忆,浓郁,亲切,热烈,深沉——儿时,我听过奶奶唱歌:《苏武牧羊》,“苏武留胡节不辱,雪地又冰天,青草十九年”奶奶唱歌的神情,很专注,气息不畅,有点喘的意思。奶奶打小进过城, Memory is a door, many people are shut down. Forget is like a lock, firmly locked in the past time rich and varied fragments of life plot. Occasionally, however, when the voice of the world passes through the barriers of years and begins to sprinkle the stars in the wilderness of your heart, the thoughts of the breakwater seem to be rising in frequency with the sea water, the waves and the endless waves, carrying a series of blooming Song memories, rich, cordial, warm, deep - childhood, I heard my grandmother singing: “Su Wu Shepherd”, “Su Wu remain Hu Festival, ice and snow, grass nineteen years” Grandma singing Look, very focused, breathless, a little breath of meaning. Grandma playing small into the city,