泛黄的相片,在记忆一隅投下些许斑驳。古老的青泥石板,在思绪里铺展,继而延伸,到达我从不曾邂逅的地方。那是我永远的青泥石板。从来没有探寻它的历史,至少在我出生之时,那条路已经饱经风霜了。路面崎岖不平,就像一块块石板拼接而成。路边有绿绿的青苔,还有翻卷的烂泥。置身其上,仿佛踱步于历史纵横之间,穿梭在岁月变迁之中,渐生几分感慨。 Yellowed photos cast some mottle in the corner of memory. The old green stone slab spread in my mind and then extended to where I had never met before. That is my forever green stone slab. It never explored its history, at least when I was born, the road was weather-buffeted. Bumpy road, like a piece of stone mosaic made. Roadside green moss, as well as rolling the mud. Exposure to it, as if pacing in the history of vertical and horizontal, the shuttle in the years of change, gradually feeling a little emotionally.