雨落在那些年雨曾落过的地方,我已经很久没注意它了。兀地发现,滴滴答答的雨水,再也演奏不出儿时丁丁当当如古筝般弦音。那些古老的屋檐、低矮的平房早已淹没在一片鳞次栉比中。站在制高点眺望这个城市,惊讶地发现它的底色已经悄然变化。过去的那张黑白的水墨画,已经华丽成一幅装帧精美五颜六色的广告画。这一切,都源于老房子的杳然。 The rain fell on those years where the rain had landed, I have not paid attention to it for a long time. Wu found that drops of rain, no longer playing childhood Dingding Dangdang as guzheng string sound. Those old eaves, low bungalows have long been submerged in rows upon row. Standing on the high ground overlooking the city, surprised to find that its background has quietly changed. The past black and white ink painting, has been gorgeous into a beautifully framed colorful advertising paintings. All this, all from the old house suddenly.