冬雨缠绵的夜,临窗点一盏桔灯,捧卷静读,任灯光暖暖地流泻,窗棂、阳台雨滴点点滑落,映射出粼粼波光,似精灵在舞蹈。读到一篇关于外婆的散文,静寂中,我抬头眺向暮霭重重的窗外,循着渐远渐淡的光线久久凝视,那沉睡在黑影里的记忆渐渐就苏醒了、清晰了,叫嚣着、喧嚷着喷薄而出。 Winter rain lingering night, at the window a orange lamp, holding volume quiet reading, let the light warm flow, windowsill, balcony raindrops a little fall, mapping the sparkling light, like the wizard in the dance. Read an essay on grandmother, quiet, I looked up at the window to the evening dusk, followed by the fading light for a long time staring, then sleep in the shadow of the memory gradually wake up, clear, clamor , Shouting out gushing out.