一幅褪色的画面,长久地挥之不去,这便是粉坊。家院里,一架木制的丝机,一个盛着蚕茧的箩筐,一个白发女人,雪白的蚕茧在丝架上被拉成丝线。多么温馨的画面,可是我再也见不到了。依稀记得,那白发女人的手腕上戴着一副发黄的镯子,她坐在木制的长条凳上,弓起的背,牵长了我的目光。这是童年里秦渡镇西街的一幕情景。窄长的街上,我在不知缘由的奔跑,串街的风掠起了我的头发。忽然我的脚步停下来,朝两扇打开着的门里看去。我先是看见了那个驼着的脊背,然后看见了她脑 A faded picture, a long time to linger, this is the powder Square. In the courtyard, a wooden wire machine, a basket of cocoons, a white-haired woman, and white silk cocoons were pulled into thread on a wire rack. What a warm picture, but I never see again. Vaguely remember that white-haired woman wearing a yellow wrist bracelet, she sat on a wooden bench, bow back, pull my eyes. This is a childhood scene of Qin Du Town West scene. Narrow streets, I do not know the reasons for the run, string of wind swept my hair. Suddenly my steps stopped and looked toward the two open doors. I first saw the camel’s back and saw her brain