睁开眼,又是那个熟悉而陌生的地方。久违了,我的故乡。躺在充满烟草味的长途大巴里,身边是熟睡的母亲,我望向窗外,灰蒙蒙的一片,单调的颜色里似乎包含着广袤的宇宙。而记忆里故乡的夜晚,那让人喘不过气的黑色,就像一块巨大的幕布,难耐的寒冷中又透着恰到好处的清新,让人想站在屋檐下悄悄地吸一口,那是一种难得的享受。 Open your eyes, but also that familiar and unfamiliar place. A long absence, my hometown. Lying in a tobacco-flavored long-distance bus, surrounded by sleeping mother, I looked out the window, gray, monotone color seems to contain the vast universe. The memory of the hometown of the night, that breathless black, like a huge curtain, unforgiving cold and reveals exactly the same fresh, people want to stand under the eaves quietly suck it, it is a Rare enjoyment.