记忆中的山水光阴那是在上世纪八十年代沙坪坝的风中,或者在重庆低矮的灌木丛和高远的阳光下,一个顽皮的小孩腰插弹弓,乐颠颠地在布满青石板和红砖房的巷道幸福地冲来撞去。那时候的天蓝得像绸缎,云像空中的花朵,金鱼般在不高的建筑上游来游去,我趴在鸟语杂乱而树木青葱的歌乐山上,想把那些云朵直接采来放到装标本的盒子里。公路并不宽阔,布满了碎石子,两边是木头或青砖砌起来的房屋。沿街过去,是穿白背心、灰短裤的老者,一把蒲扇一局棋,计划经济就慢慢地丢了一个炮,或者被将上一军。而街道清净永不塞车,空气中行走着瓜果香,那个年代特有的山城牌或解放牌汽车 The memory of the landscape time that it was in the 1980s Shapingba wind, or in Chongqing low shrubs and lofty sunshine, a naughty kid waist catapult, Le Britain Britain in full of quartzite and The red brick house roadway rushed to bless happiness. At that time the sky blue as silk, clouds like the flowers in the sky, goldfish in the upper reaches of the building to swim around, I am lying in the messy birds and trees lush song, want to put those clouds directly into the equipment Specimen box. The road is not wide, covered with gravel, both sides of the wood or brick built houses. In the past, the old man in white vest and gray shorts, a palm-leaf fan made a game of chess and slowly lost a cannon in the planned economy or was put on the army. The streets never clean the traffic jam, walking in the air with melon fruit, that era unique Mountain City card or liberation of the car