我是见过满天繁星的,密集在头顶,似触手可及。当时觉得不足为奇,直到现在,抬头只能看见被路灯映照得橙红的城市天空,才会蓦然地想起那种美来。那是个有山有水、人情浓浓的地方。院子尽头是一个蓝色的铁门,很小,不到一人高。我常常脚踩着门下面的栏杆,手握着上面尖的突起部分,听着它在长长的哀吟声中把我从一边带到另一边,然后“咣当”一下示 I have seen the stars, dense overhead, it seems within reach. At that time, it was not surprising that until now, only the rise of the city could see the orange sky illuminated by the street lights, and it would suddenly remembered that beauty. It is a mountainous, warm place. At the end of the yard is a blue iron gate, small, less than one person high. I often step on the railings under the door, holding the sharp-pointed protuberances, listening to it, carrying me from side to side in the long, sopranos, then "