那是1982年除夕前一个傍晚，人气十分寒冷，鞭炮声零零落落地响着。我正帮助父亲给小饭店上门板，一转身，发现店门口不声不响站着一个陌生男孩，他背后的淡淡暮色，让他身体边缘有一圈薄薄茸光。父亲重新拉亮刚刚灭掉的电灯。说；“已打烊了，明儿再来吧！”男孩眼里的希望似 It was one evening before the New Year’s Eve in 1982, and the popularity was very cold with the firecrackers slipping through. I was helping my father to the small hotel on the front door, turned around and found the door quietly stood a strange boy, the faint twilight behind him, so that his body has a thin edge of thin light. Father re-dazzled the light just extinguished. Said; “Has been stamped, come back tomorrow!” The boy’s eyes like hope