繁花落尽,零落在岁月的流里。我的思绪纷飞,在无尽的花海里,与你相遇在五十年代的上海滩。隔壁还是那首古老动听的酒吧歌曲,我迷醉在了这十里洋场,痴痴地听你叙说前世今生。你,拥有犀利的笔锋和敏锐的视角,用文字淡淡抒写自己的情愁,文字一出,便是那么震撼人心,书一发行便畅销于整个上海滩。你的童年是那么不近人情,母亲早年远渡 Fanhua do, scattered in the years of the stream. My thoughts are swirling, I meet you in Shanghai in the fifties in endless flowers. Next door or the song of the old and sweet bar, I was fascinated by the tens of foreign markets, jokingly listen to you narrate past lives. You, with sharp pen and keen perspective, with a faint expression of his feelings, words out, it is so stirring, the book will be sold in the whole distribution of the beach. Your childhood is so unkind, the mother traveled in the early years