那年,我9岁,小姨偷偷地对我说,她喜欢上了一个男人。小姨的脸,在爱情的波光里,泛着浅浅的红晕。小姨喜欢的那个男人,年轻得像一棵白杨树,挺拔、英武。他有一辆半旧的自行车,小姨经常坐上他自行车后座,去田野里兜风。他骑自行车特别溜,甚至还能撒开双手骑。他撒开双手,只用两脚掌握平衡,然后他伸展开双臂,像一只展翅的大鸟,我和小姨欢呼着。那辆半旧的自行车,前面有一个横梁,小姨总让我坐在横梁上,她在后座上, That year, I was 9 years old, Aunt said to me secretly, she likes a man. Auntie’s face, in the waves of love, pan with shallow blush. Aunt favorite man, young like a poplar, tall and straight, British force. He has a semi-old bicycle, aunt often sit on the back seat of his bike to the fields for a ride. He is particularly slippery on bicycles and can even ride his hands on both hands. He put his hands open, only two feet to grasp the balance, and then he stretched out his arms, like a bird of the wings, my little aunt cheers. That half-old bike, in front of a beam, aunt always let me sit on the beam, she was in the back seat,