这是一条流淌着时光的河流。河水在其中不停地向着远方奔腾。灰色的塑料袋和暗红色的易拉罐充斥其中,并随着昏黄的液体缓慢地移动着脚步,就像静静的时光。在它的周围,安静地卧着一个南方的小镇,时时弥漫着我苍白而又闪着点光亮的童年。在十八岁以前,我是属于这里的。河上通常驶着很多船,并发出呜呜的叫声,像是在哭。打开窗户,我会看见许多木质的小船在昏黄的河水里来回晃动。下雨时,雨点从灰白的天空跳下来,阿婆会用糯软的声音叫我:“扬扬,把凉台上的衣服收回来。落雨啦。”这时,男人、女人和小孩都会端着印有好看的蓝丝花的瓷碗站在门口,感受着上天赐予的凉爽。我记得雨点钻进我的房间里,在河水潮湿的气 This is a river flowing with time. The river is constantly on the way to the distance. Gray plastic bags and dark red cans fill it, and slowly move with the dim liquid, like quiet time. Around it, a southern town quietly lying, filled with my pale and shining childhood. Before the age of eighteen, I belong here. There are usually many boats on the river, and the squealing noises are like crying. Open the window and I will see many wooden boats shaking back and forth in the dim river. When it rains, the rain drops from the grey sky. The grandmother calls me with a soft voice: “Yang Yang, brings back the clothes on the verandah. It rains.” At this time, men, women and children will bear their seals. There are good-looking porcelain bowls of blue silk standing in the doorway, feeling the coolness bestowed on heaven. I remember that rain got into my room and it was humid in the river