看着夕阳的光一点点地滴在江面上,粼粼地闪光,然后收缩,收缩。眼看着江水将它一点一点地吞没,一点一点地呼出,像一段故事在申诉,却又看不到情节,只剩下蒙眬醉眼一样的轮廓。走在垂柳依依的江堤上,听自己燥热不安的心在乱乱纷纷的柳絮中渐渐平静。而无言的正是待拆迁的老房子,它们仍以平实而耐久的姿势站立,在每个日出的早晨和日落 Watching the light of the sunset drop on the surface of the river, flashing lightly, then shrinking and shrinking. Seeing the river swallowing it bit by bit, and exhaling little by little, like a story in a complaint, but can not see the plot, leaving only blindfolded contours. Walking on the river embankment where weeping willows, I listened to my irritated heart gradually calm in the chaos. The wordless words are the old houses to be demolished. They still stand in a plain and durable posture, at each sunrise morning and sunset.