简评:童年美好的时光,在作者笔下重现。像一盘时光的倒带,看得见影像,却终究不是现实。榕树,泡泡,青石板路。动与静,光与影的交融,让人心生向往。再回首,榕树依旧古老,但不再神秘;泡泡依旧纷飞,但不再有期望与幻想;青石板路依旧行人纷纷,但不再是“我”的音乐殿堂。作者化文字为影片,细节的完美掌控,使一切都活了起来。空气中渐渐弥漫开来的醇香,牵着我回到了那场遗留在小巷的梦……老家的小巷,只是城市一隅,除了十几户人家,也就只有一棵大榕树罢了。小时候,站在高大的榕树前,看着它交织纵横的枝杈,遮天蔽日的浓密 Comment: good childhood, reproduced in the author’s pen. Like a reel of time, see the image, but after all, not a reality. Banyan tree, bubble, bluestone road. Dynamic and static, light and shadow blend, people aspire to life. Looking back, the banyan is still ancient, but no longer mysterious; bubbles are still flying, but no longer have expectations and illusions; bluestone road are still pedestrians, but no longer “I ” music hall. Authorized text for the film, the perfect control of the details, so that everything is alive. The air gradually filled mellow, holding me back to that left in the alley dream ... Home alley, just a corner of the city, in addition to a dozen families, there is only one big banyan Bale. When I was young, standing in front of a tall banyan tree, looking at it twigs, vertical and horizontal