我必须穿过几条小巷才能到达老家的门口,拐一个弯的时候,我又见到了很熟悉的场景:两个老妇人倚在门边,头挨得很近,正在交谈。她们注视着过往行人,调整着本来就很低的音量,以至低到只限定在二人的耳听范围内。一方口中的气息笼罩着对方的脸,如果是冬日,随着密谈的节奏,两张脸之间不时升起一片薄薄的雾。 I had to cross a few alleyways to get to the door of my hometown. When I turned a corner, I saw a very familiar scene: the two old women leaned against the door and got close and talking. They watched the passing pedestrians and adjusted the already low volume, so low that they were confined to the ears of two people. The breath in one mouth shrouded the other’s face. In the winter, with the dense rhythm, a thin mist rose from time to time between two faces.