一阿泉似乎想不起来自己的脸真正是什么个样子。都快三十的人了,好多年没有照过镜子。其实,他家里连一面镜子也没有,在他的记忆里,永远都是自己十六七岁的样子,憨憨的脸跟只瓷盘子似的,在盘底子上,盛开着一朵牡丹花。那年月,心里湿湿的,流淌着泉水,长着云朵,闪闪的亮。阿泉在人跟前木讷,连一句来回话都说不清楚,抬起头看人,脸皮就紧,喉咙干涩起来,窘得很,腾的一 A spring does not seem to remember what his face looks like. Almost thirty people, for many years did not look at the mirror. In fact, he did not even have a mirror at home. In his memory, he was always a sixteen or seven year old man. Hanhan’s face was like a porcelain plate with a peony flower blooming on the bottom of the plate. That year, my heart wet, flowing spring, with clouds, shiny bright. A Quan adduced in front of people, not even a word back and forth, looked up, face tight, dry throat up, embarrassed very, Teng one