周末的时候,我坐116路去老城探望姑姑。表哥表姐早已搬离,姑父去世,唯有姑姑还守在桃花坞的旧居里。世界在孩子和成人的眼中,总是有许多不同。小时候曾经觉得像游乐园一样的灰街窄巷,现在却只觉得充满了经不起推敲的细节。姑姑家门口的一侧,停着不知是哪家废弃的面包车,锈迹斑斑。另一侧是半死的树枝, Weekends, I take the 116 to visit the aunt in the old town. Cousin cousin had already moved away, uncle died, only aunt still keep the old home in Taohuawu. The world always has many differences in the eyes of children and adults. When I was a kid, I thought I felt like an amusement park narrow streets, but now I feel full of unspeakable details. Aunt side of the door, parked I do not know which abandoned van, rusty. The other side is half-dead branches,