那年,我早早写信告诉爹娘,农历十二月二十一日可回家。学校一放寒假,归心似箭,匆匆地踏上了返乡之路。那时的舟山不像今天与宁波大桥相连,能赶上奉化老家的午饭。记得当时我背上一个小包兴冲冲地走出校门,在小岛的埠头搭上去宁波的小火轮,遇上了七级大风,整整在浪涛里翻滚了六七个小时,才晕头转向靠拢宁波江北岸码头。第二天,从客栈醒来,感觉室内分外白亮,推窗 That year, I wrote a letter to my father and mother early in the day, and I was able to go home on December 25. A winter vacation school, at heart, hurriedly set foot on the road to return. Zhoushan at that time was not connected with Ningbo Bridge at this time, and could catch up with the lunch of Fenghua’s hometown. I remember when I was back with a small bag excitedly out of school, in the island’s quay to catch up to the small steamer in Ningbo, met a seven gale, the whole roll in the waves of six or seven hours, just confused to move closer to the north shore of Ningbo pier. The next day, woke up from the inn, feeling particularly white interior, pushing the window