总是忘不了那江南雨。沉重的木屐轧在江南惆怅的雨地里。木屐踩在爸爸的脚下,小小的我骑在爸爸的肩上。木屐在爸爸的双脚下疲惫地“咯吱,咯吱”作响,弯弯的田埂上便留下了一行行清晰的屐齿印。我伏在爸爸背上,藏在蓑衣和斗笠下面,与江南雨一起,伴着爸爸的木屐,度过了童年的岁月。 Always forget that Jiangnan rain. The heavy rafts rolled in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Hibiscus stepped on his father’s feet, and I was riding on my father’s shoulder. The crickets squeaked and creaked under Daddy’s feet. The curved ridges left a line of clear dents. I stayed on my father’s back and hid under the clothes and buckets. Together with Jiangnanyu, I spent my childhood with my father’s wooden clogs.