姐1时间是一条河,回忆,是一个人的逆流而上。天空越来越薄,大地越来越轻,有一种纯净的黄,越来越浓,我知道,到了童年。牛铃,蜻蜓,三月泡儿,映山红,泥巴,椿树,插篱笆花都在。2穿过我的混沌的最初的记忆,是几缕光线。每次睁开眼,几根金黄色的光线从明瓦处,从板壁缝,透进来。我静静地看着光线里的浮尘,过一阵,才会清醒。爬起来,发现在自己在摇篮里。寂静让我 Sister 1 time is a river, memories, is a person’s upstream. The sky is thinner and thinner, the earth is lighter and lighter, there is a kind of pure yellow, more and more concentrated, I know that by childhood. Bells, dragonflies, bubble in March, azalea, mud, toon trees, insert fence flowers are. 2 The first memories that pass through my chaos are a few rays of light. Every time you open your eyes, a few golden light from the Ming-watt Department, from the wall seam, through. I quietly looked at the dust in the light, after a while, will be awake. Get up and find yourself in the cradle. Silence let me