夜色静谧,草丛里的蟋蟀声声叫着。天空像涂了一层蜡,星点似不落的长明灯。星空带着千百代人的遐思,亿万年来在这片土地上盘桓。“星空像被子,大地像床,躺在上面舒服极了,一点也不冷。”三岁时我听妈妈读伍美珍的故事书《大头儿子和小头爸爸》,这是一个孩子从脚下、从妈妈的怀抱中第一次抬眼望, Quiet night, crickets cried in the grass cried. The sky is like a layer of wax, like a long star lantern. Stars with thousands of generations of reverie, hundreds of millions of years in this land linger. “At the age of three, I heard my mother read the storybook of Wu Meizhen’s big-head son and head-and-head dad,” is a child from the bed like a bed, lying on the bed comfortable, At the foot, the first time looking up from my mother’s arms,