我回来了。十年之后,我又一次站在这座桥的最高处,注视整个世界。如从前一般倚着桥头那只被岁月磨损面容的石狮子,我静静地感受脚下潺潺的流水。阳光落在水面上化作点点波光,被河水无情地碾成碎片,发出“咔嚓咔嚓”的声响,让我想起小时候把金黄色的糖纸捏成一团的画面。是我长高了,或是房子都被夷为平地了,我看到一幅比从前更开阔的图景。注视着左边的一片寂静,右耳是人声喧闹,我不知道自己该属于哪一边。不远处,父亲和几位 I am back. Ten years later, again, I stood at the highest point of the bridge, watching the entire world. As always, leaning on the bridgehead that was worn by the age of stone lions, I quietly feel the water gurgling foot. The sun fell on the water into a little wave of light, was mercilessly crushed into pieces by the river, issued a “click Kacha” sound, reminds me of childhood golden brown sugar into a ball of the screen. I grew taller, or the house was razed, I saw a more open picture than ever before. Looking at the silence on the left, the right ear is noisy, I do not know which side I belong to. Not far from my father and a few