有一个儿时的朋友,多年不见。一次我们在大街上碰面,似曾相识,遂驻足不前,互相对视,辨认了老半天,忽然间脱口喊出对方的小名来。于是执手相看,在言语里将时光倒流,忆起桩桩乡村旧事,嘘唏不已。谈了许久,旁边有人牵动他的衣角,是他的女儿,如同一只燕子,笑意盈盈。那时候,我们大约也和这孩子差不多年纪,正值金色童年。不觉大叹,时间真是过得太快了。 There is a childhood friend, not seen for many years. Once we met in the street, deja vu, then stop, look at each other, identify the old half-hearted, suddenly shouted each other’s nickname. So handle each other, in the words of the time back, remember the pile of old things in the countryside, boo endless. Talked about for a long time, next to someone touched his clothing, his daughter, like a swallow, smiling. At that time, we were about the same age as the boy, at a golden age. Unconsciously, time really flies too fast.