一只装满了煤油的“高潮”蓝墨水瓶被固定在四块擦得锃亮的玻璃中间,一根火柴倏地划破夜晚点亮了棉花搓成的灯芯,一盏简单的四方灯就这样照亮了我童年时期的乡间生活。夏天某个没有星光或者秋天某个没有月亮的夜晚,这盏灯注定要让一只干枯的手拎着,徐徐地穿过了乡村与乡村之间相互衔接的那些阡陌。我想起我就是追随着这盏不怕风吹雨打的灯,一个人紧张地跟在奶奶的影子后面,在沉甸甸的稻子熟透的气息中走完了所有的童 A kerosene-filled “orgasm” blue ink bottle was fixed in the middle of four shiny glass, a match breaking across the night lighted cotton wick, a simple square lamp This brightened my childhood country life. There was no starlight in the summer or a moonless night in the autumn, and the lamp was doomed to carry a dry hand slowly through the interlaced terraced rice fields between country and country. I remembered that I was following this lamp, which was not afraid of the wind and rain. A man nervously followed the shadow of her grandmother, and walked all the children in the heavy rice-ripe atmosphere