我在凤凰想她。在这座温润小城,有河流从中穿过,悄无声息,肚子流淌。有船浮在水面,除了在水面流下扇形的波纹,再也打不破那份静谧。古朴的建筑,很少透露钢筋混凝土的气息。黑色的瓦片,层层叠叠,庄重而又神秘。这城是常被雨水包围的,淅淅沥沥地落在清冽的河水中,或是顺着飞起的屋檐成串地滴在老街的青石板上。青色愈发朦胧起来,氤氲着,苗家少女的身影模糊在前方的水汽中。它就成了书中的那个边城。我在同里想她。水连着水,桥接着桥。 I miss her in Phoenix. In this gentle town, there are rivers through it, quietly, belly flowing. A boat floating in the water, in addition to fan-shaped ripples flowing down, no longer play that part of the quiet. Quaint buildings, rarely reveal the atmosphere of reinforced concrete. Black tiles, layers, solemn and mysterious. The city is often surrounded by rain, lingering in the clear water of the river, or along the eaves flying in a string of drops on the streets of the bluestone. More and more hazy blue, shy, Miao girl’s shadow in front of the water vapor. It became the border town in the book. I miss her in the same. Water connected to the water, bridge and bridge.