梦里,我又回到了儿时生活过的青石板街,这条在雨里映像出青色微光的石板路,是我童年生活在大西南的最好印证。下雨了,邻家的板门打开了,胖子、狗娃,……这些童年的玩伴(他们还都是原来的样子)光着脚丫,劈劈啪啪地从青石板路上跑过来。“小老鼠,上灯台,偷油吃,下不来……”一阵熟悉却又陌生的曲调霎时摄住了我。这是什么歌,简洁、明快却又奇异的曲调,我 In my dream, I went back to the Qingshiban Street where I lived in my childhood. This stone road that reflects the blue light in the rain is the best proof of my childhood in the Southwest. When it rained, the door of the neighbor opened, and the fat, dog, baby, ... these childhood playmates (they were all the same) were barefooted and ran from the bluestone road. “Little mouse, go to the lampstand, steal the oil, and don’t come...” I caught my breath while familiar but unfamiliar. What song is this, simple, bright but strange tune, I