我小的时候,照相机一度是家里最贵重的财产,而厚厚的几本影集,也成为全家最为珍贵的回忆。姐姐第一天上幼儿园、我学会了骑自行车、门前的那颗桑树、在长江游泳的表弟、全家的合影、外公的过世……那些流逝在岁月长河中的涟漪,在一页页翻看时,摩挲着的已经不是相片,而是对那个时代永恒的记忆。 When I was young, the camera was once the most valuable property in the family, and thick albums made it the most precious memory in the family. On the first day of my sister’s kindergarten, I learned to ride a bike, the mulberry tree in front of me, the cousin who swam in the Yangtze River, the whole family’s photo, my grandfather’s death ... those ripples that have lapsed over time, When you look, Mount Mori is not a photo, but an eternal memory of that era.