闭上眼睛,是一首the Carpenters的《Yesterday Once More》,老式的收音机里传出缥缈的歌声,零落地洒在空气中的每个角落,仿佛一碰触就会泡沫般碎裂。时间也凝固在岁月的单放机上,那是童年在草地上嬉戏时畅然的欢笑,是小秋千上牵系着的铜铃,是夜色中悠远的笛声,还有,如那渐行渐近的汽车引擎声……哦,我记起来了,终于记起来了。老爷车就仿佛是一首歌,一首或许你已经许久未听到,但当某一天你一个人独自走在繁华喧闹的大街上,走在拥攘的人群中,忽然从街边的小店里飘来的那首老歌,就是那样清晰地被你所记起…… Closing your eyes, a “Carpenters’” Yesterday Once More ", the rustling song of the old radio spilled over every corner of the air as if it would burst into a bubble. The time is also solidified in the player on the years, it is unobtrusive laughter childhood play on the grass, is a small swing linked to the copper bell, is the distant night flute, as well as that approaching The car engine sound ... Oh, I remembered, and finally remembered. Classic car is like a song, maybe you have not heard a long time, but when one day you alone walk in the bustling streets, walking in the crowd, suddenly from the street shop The old song that floated in it was so clearly remembered by you ...