看着出海的渔人归来,在夕阳中映出一片金色的影来。曾是记忆中印象深刻的片断。童年如同滩涂一般单调,却不乏趣味。滩涂没变,沙泥中还是夹杂着瓦砾、木板,只是近几年多了废弃的塑料和橡胶。年幼时最喜欢的红旗蟹和关公蟹仍在泥上摸爬滚打, 不过它们在泥上爬行的速度还是令我难以超越。究竟是我不曾改变, 还是它们早已被定格在时空的一瞬间,留下一个金色的童年。晚风中的关公蟹离开洞穴,露出那一张张关帝爷的铁面,也许这 The fisherman who looked at the sea returned and showed a golden shadow in the sunset. It was once an impressive piece in memory. Childhood is as monotonous as the beach, but there is no lack of fun. The beach hasn’t changed. Sand and mud are still mixed with rubble and wood. In the past few years, more plastics and rubber have been abandoned. Young Red Crabs and Guan Gong Crabs were still on the mud, but their speed of crawling on the mud still made it difficult for me to surpass them. Whether I have never changed, or whether they have been fixed in time and space, leaving a golden childhood. The Guangong Crab in the evening breeze left the cave to reveal the iron face of Guan Guanye. Perhaps this