人,不知不觉就来到这个世上了,就长大了,就老了。老了,往往喜欢回忆小时候的事情——在一种温馨、恬静的心境里,向着过往的时空含情睇视。我的回忆是在一种苍凉的感觉中展开的。这种感觉,常常同梦境搅和在一起,在夜深人静之时悄然而至——这时候,仿佛回到了辽河冲积平原上故家的茅屋里。推开后门,扑入眼帘的是笼罩在斜晖脉脉中的苍茫的旷野。我把视线扫向那几分熟悉、几分亲切而又充满陌生感的村落,想从中辨识出 People, unknowingly came to this world, they grew up, they are old. Old, often like to remember childhood things - in a warm, quiet state of mind, toward the past with time and space in the Air. My memories are in a desolation feeling. This feeling, often mixed with the dream, quietly in the dead of night - at this time, as if back to the Liaohe alluvial plain on the home of the hut. Open the back door, caught in the eyes is enveloped in the oblique wisp of the vast wilderness. I glanced at those familiar, somewhat cordial and strange village, want to recognize