那间散发着鱼腥的小菜场还在,那些破败残缺的瓦片还在,那支圆头圆脑的蒲公英还在,可是……它,在哪里?记忆中的童年是被缝纫机的咿呀作响编织起来的。外婆喜欢针线,喜欢用不知年岁几何的缝纫机。缝纫机比那时的我还要高出半头,按捺不住好奇,我一次次地踮起脚尖,扒在缝纫机的边缘张望,又一次次地被外婆以危险为由制止。 The exterminating little fish market is still there, those ruined tiles are still there, but the round-headed dandelion is still there, but ... Where is it? The memory of childhood was made by the sewing machine Braid Grandmother like sewing, like sewing machines do not know age geometry. Sewing machine than I was then half over, curl curiosity, I repeatedly tiptoe, grilled at the edge of the sewing machine looked again and again to be grandmother to stop on the grounds of danger.