老边口我对村子以外的记忆从那里开始。父亲第一次送我和母亲及妹妹去姥姥家,就停在那儿。他目送我们登上高高的壕坝,顺着那排老柳树走上一段,再下去。上午的太阳,亮、薄、透彻,如站在刀刃上一般,内心有微小的稍纵即逝的惊惧。父亲是自动停下的,那儿似乎是他的边界。 Old Mouth I remember the memory outside the village from there. The first time my father sent me and her mother and sister went to grandma home, stopped there. He watched us climb the tall trenches and walk down the row of old willow trees for a while and then go on. The morning sun, light, thin, thorough, such as standing on the edge of the general, there is a tiny fleeting terror inside. His father stopped automatically and there seemed to be his border.