在这之前,老家龙洞只是父亲嘴里偶尔的只言片语,像裂开的一道缝,在幽远狭长的时间深处,隔着几百年的距离。我窥见罗氏先祖的浮光掠影,像一部传奇。有关龙洞,父亲知道多少,我没问。没想过要问。我的年轻让我的目光和我的心无暇于这些。我终日忙碌,在家乡之外疲于奔命,像一只候鸟,只在每年的几个重要传统节日停栖在父母身旁几 Prior to this, his hometown Longdong only occasional words in his mouth only words, like a crack in the fissure of a long, deep, separated by a few hundred years. I glimpse Roche’s forefather’s glimpse, like a legend. Dragon Cave, my father knows how much, I did not ask. Never thought to ask. My young make my eyes and my heart have time in these. I work day and night, exhausted outside my hometown, like a migratory bird, stopping at my parents only a few important traditional festivals every year.