一在我将要拿我父亲说事之前,让我先说说我家门前的那条河,那河叫双泾河,也许在好多人的眼里,它只是一条普通得不能再普通的河,可对我父亲来说,则不然,在我父亲的心目中,这双泾河,是一条神河,一条魔河,一条闭着眼睛也会在心里流淌着的河。他能透过河面上微微袭来的微风,嗅出阳澄湖大闸蟹特有的蟹腥。在我父亲六十多年的伴水生涯里,几乎一 Before I am going to take my father to talk about things, let me first talk about the river in front of my house. The river is called Shuangjing River. Perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is just an ordinary river that can no longer be ordinary. But to my father, otherwise, in my father’s mind, this Shuangjing River is a god of the river, a magic river, a river with eyes closed also flowing in the heart. He can sniff out the crab-like fish that is characteristic of Yangcheng Lake through a slight breeze hit on the river. In my father’s career with water for more than 60 years, almost one