朋友说,这水下,就是当年繁华一时的老向阳镇,我的家,我的老家,就在这水下了,祖上几代都是居住在这个老镇。他的话很自然,但声音和语气却似乎凝结在水面,似乎还要沉下水底,去触摸那些曾经的青砖黑瓦,和那些巷道里平滑的青石板……十年前,我经常与这位朋友在老向阳镇的半间小木屋里,举杯横对雨后的西山白云。而现在,他告诉我,曾经的西山,就是我们现在船边的这座小岛,而我们的游船刚划过的地方,或许就在当年的那些飘绕的云朵之上。 My friend said that this underwater is the bustling old town of Xiangyang, my home and my hometown were underwater. For generations, my ancestors lived in this old town. His words were natural, but the voice and tone seemed to have settled on the surface of the water, as if to sink to the bottom to touch those once black tiles, and those smooth quartzite in the alleyways ... Ten years ago I used to work with this A friend in the old town of half a cabin, toast cross the clouds after the Western Hills. And now, he told me, the once western mountains were the small island that we now have, and the cruise we had just passed by, probably just above the clouds of the year.