树叶在五月的夜绿得透明,风,看不见摸不着,却在我居住的这个城市撒下花朵、种子、或者尘埃残屑,世界的万物在悄声息地运动着,不经意留下多少印痕,犹如我悠长的兰台之旅。二十三年前的那个夏天,时值壮年的父亲带着一身工地的尘土匆匆把刚大学毕业的我带到一栋居民楼前,拍着我的肩膀,“这就是你工作的地方,好好无 The leaves of the trees are transparent, windy and invisible in May, but they sow flowers, seeds, or dust in this city where I live, and everything in the world moves quietly, leaving inadvertent impression , Like my long Lantai trip. Twenty-three years ago that summer, when the prime-time father with a site of dust hurriedly graduated from college just took me to a residential front, patting my shoulder, ”This is where you work, No good