河船雨下着,天气骤然变凉,秋天悄悄地去了。像河里的水,一年四季地流淌,看不出什么动静。大概唯有水底下的鱼儿,方能感知水的深浅和冷暖吧。每到这个季节,我便知道,又该是回家的时候了。来不及收拾行李就出发。故乡在那里等着我呢,正如我在远方眺望着它那般。在码头下了车,举目四望,过去熟悉的场景早已烟消云散。简陋的小面馆拆了,落满岁月痕迹的青石台阶也不见了;那家我曾经常去剪发的店子,连同店子门前几棵高大葳蕤的梧 River boat rain, the weather suddenly cool, autumn quietly went. Like the water in the river, flowing all year round, do not see any movement. Probably only fish under the water, can only be aware of the depth and warmth of water. Every season I know, it’s time to go home again. No time to pack to leave. Where did the homeland wait for me, just as I looked at it in the distance? Get off at the pier, looked around, the familiar scene has long vanished. Humble noodle house demolished, full of years of traces of bluestone steps gone; that I have often go to the haircut shop, together with the shopkeeper in front of a few tall and shrouded Wu