有些人,在生命中留下印记之后便匆匆逃离,仅留下笑容定格的照片。而那照片,也在时光中枯萎或暗黄,唯有那记忆中的味道越发清晰。“虫儿飞,虫儿飞,你在思念谁……”稚嫩的童声在空气中荡漾,荡过平静的湖面,划过夏夜的宁静。江山是村子中的孩子王,暑假在外婆家度过的我则成了她的小跟班。一天,我和江山坐在村口的大石头上。她从口袋中掏出了什么,剥开,往我嘴里送。我嚼嚼,一股苦涩的味道在口中弥漫。“你不会给我吃了什么 Some people hurriedly fled after leaving an imprint in their lives, leaving only pictures with grim smiles. And that photo was also withered or dark yellow in time, only the taste in the memory became clearer. ”The insects fly, the insects fly, and who are you missing...“ The young children swayed in the air, gliding over the calm lake, passing the quietness of the summer night. Jiang Shan is the king of children in the village. I spent the summer vacation at my grandmother’s home as her little follower. One day, I sat with Jiang Shan on the rock at the entrance of the village. She took something out of her pocket, peeled it off, and sent it to my mouth. I chewed, and a bitter taste filled my mouth. ”What you won’t give me