我喜欢在暮色中回家。阳光柔和到无力， 天空中掠过一群又一群灰色的鸽阵。远 远看见家的窗口了，安详宁静，仿佛知道你的归来。穿过马路，走过小巷，就在你渐行渐近的时刻，窗口的灯亮了…… 我一直不能忘记那个残阳如血的黄昏，六岁的我和父亲站在江边一家简陋的船厂的大门口 I like to go home in the twilight. The sunshine was soft and weak, and the sky swept past a flock of gray pigeons. Far from home to see the window, peaceful and quiet, as if to know your return. Across the road, through the alley, just as you approach the time, the window lights ... ... I can not forget the sunset that bloody sunset, my father and I stood six years on the waterfront of a shabby shipyard The gate