我十岁时,你与父亲吵架回了老家,父亲无奈也把我紧随其后送了回去。那个夏天,金灿灿的麦子也没把农院上的天空染成金黄,从东坝上吹来的风也吹不散院子上空忧郁的云。我以为,在你三十五岁的天空没有阳光与彩虹出现过。四十岁时,你变得喜欢照镜子,愿意花更多时间来打扮自己。你对我说:“你现在正值花季,还在向着青春的太阳生长。但我却在你长发及腰时,两鬓染上风 When I was ten years old, you quarrel with your father back home, my father was helpless and followed me back. That summer, golden wheat did not dazzle the sky above the courtyard, and the wind blowing from Dongba blew away the melancholy clouds over the yard. I thought there was no sunlight and rainbow in your thirty-five-year-old sky. At the age of 40, you become like looking in the mirror, willing to spend more time dressing up. You said to me: ”You are growing seasonally now and still growing toward the young sun, but I am in the midst of your long hair and waist.