七八岁的时候,经常要在春冬晒太阳。坐在门槛儿上,纳着手,身子蜷伏,头垂在膝上,整个人都在阳光中,暖意里让自己失神。童年的每一天,只记得昨天,不知道明天,也没有心事,不会对未来作思量,心思是实的,只知道许多许多的事大约都要在长大以后做,而怎么长大,不会顺着念头想。坐在阳光里,阳光除了暖和,还有一种香,像是什么东西熟了时的那种香。我喜欢阳光的那种香,喜欢被暖意包融,在金黄透彻的光里,有如鱼在水里的妥帖。阳光也是不一样的,最熟的阳光在秋天。谷子金黄饱满时,阳光也饱满, Seven or eight years old, often in the spring and winter sun. Sitting on the threshold children, satisfied with the hand, body crouching, head hanging in the knee, the whole person in the sun, warm to let yourself be lost. Every day of childhood, I only remember yesterday, I did not know tomorrow, I did not mind, I did not think about the future, my heart was real, I knew that many and many things should be done after I grew up and how I grew up. Think down the idea. Sit in the sun, the sun in addition to warm, there is a kind of incense, like what kind of fragrant things cooked. I like the kind of incense sunshine, like to be warm and inclusive, in the golden light, like the fish in the water properly. The sun is not the same, the most familiar sunshine in the fall. Golden full of millet, the sun is full,