所有场景就像昨日重现2015年年末,我重返天津。走出地铁通道,挤进万头攒动的滨江道,我仿佛被一只手牵着,随着人群涌向西开教堂。那一天是平安夜,被重度雾霾笼罩的天津没有了往昔的旖旎耀眼,可这并未让滨江道上的路人变得寥寥。西开教堂近在咫尺,我突然停住了脚步,不,是我分明感受到了那只手松开了。我的心一阵抽搐,也许,我永远无法在平安夜这天离教堂更近一些。所有场景就像昨日重现,我追寻着记忆深处 All the scenes are like yesterday to reproduce the end of 2015, I returned to Tianjin. Out of the subway channel, squeezed into full of Binjiang Road, I seem to be a hand holding, as the crowd flock to the Western Church. That day is Christmas Eve, Tianjin was enveloped by severe haze did not have the dazzling past, but this did not allow passers-by Binjiang Road become very few. The Church of the West is close at hand, I suddenly stopped, no, I clearly felt the hand loosened. My heart twitched, perhaps, I will never be closer to the church on Christmas Eve. All scenes are like yesterday, I follow the memory of the depths