在记忆里,那第一道通向我居处的楼梯,是非常原始的。那是爸爸经济境况最差的时候,一家五口,挤在一间建在河畔的浮脚屋里。屋外有一道邋里邋遢的河,潺潺的流水声,唱的好似是生活里一支呜咽的悲歌。楼梯,是每天都要上上下下的。晴天时,踏在上面,它“咿咿呀呀”地响,跟在后头的母亲,总殷殷嘱咐:“小心呀,不要跌倒!”雨天时,泥泞一片,横流的污水,恣意侵蚀木质脆弱的楼梯,母亲撑着雨伞带 In my memory, the first stairway leading to my residence is very primitive. That’s when my father was in the worst economic situation, and his family of five crowded into a floating house built by the river. Outside the house there is a gurgling river, gurgling water sound, singing is like a sob’s sad song in life. The stairs are up and down every day. On a sunny day, when I was riding on it, it was ringing with my mother saying, “Be careful, do not fall!” Rainy days, muddy, cross-flow of sewage, wanton erosion Fragile wooden stairs, the mother holding an umbrella belt