破碎的记忆片段重现,许多年了,我依然记得初识米脂老街是在深秋里一个有雾的清晨。石板路与黄土墙蒙着厚厚的青灰色尘埃,雾里人影晃动,熙熙攘攘却又闪烁不清。记忆悄无声响,如同默片里的场景。我却记得杨大哥温热的手是冷色调里唯一的暖。只是被时间的脚步踩来踩去,终于脏了、旧了,再也看不清晰。 Broken memory fragments to reproduce, for many years, I still remember the acquaintance that Mizhi Street is a foggy early in the morning. Stone road and the loess wall covered with thick blue-gray dust, foggy figure shaking, bustling but flickering. Memories silently, as silent scenes. I remember Young brother warm hand is the only warm color in the cold. Just stepped on by the footsteps of time, finally dirty, old, no longer see clearly.