那年,我八岁,没去过比乡场更远的地方。我问出过远门的父亲:“爸爸,火车是个啥样子的?”“火车啊,就是会动的屋。”父亲得意地说。我不屑父亲的得意,迅速打量着堂屋,想象着它动起来的样子。那会是个啥样子呢?那时,一年难得看上两场电影,更没网络,想象力极度贫乏。加之农村孩子,见的世面少,很难想象屋子动起来是个啥样子。 That year, I was eight years old and did not go further than the farm. I asked the far-off father: “Dad, what’s the train like?” “Train, it’s moving house.” "My father said proudly. I disdain my father’s pride, quickly looked at the house, imagine it moving look. What would it look like? At that time, a rare year to fancy two movies, but no network, extremely poor imagination. Coupled with the rural children, see the world less, it is difficult to imagine the house moving is a what look.