归乡是一剂御寒的药

作者:洪丹轩人气:1390更新:2021-07-19 20:00:02

 精加工的文字,好比爱因斯坦的小板凳吧?呵呵。

 

  
  冬日里 ,拜老天体恤,和那人从不同的城市,同时飞上海公干 。于是乎 ,夫妻双双把家还,沿沪宁线,一路杏花村 ,于清冽的气场,不远处的家乡,度一个暖洋洋的周末。
  
   在上海往镇江的高铁上 ,穿越感摧枯拉朽:咦 ,上世纪90年代,哪回在沪镇间往返,不是“哐当”个精疲力尽?!咋就秒速成了1小时呢?这得摧毁多少文人墨客的诗意才情啊?!眼门前就有一个。那人小声嘀咕:换如今 ,打死也不好意思在上海滩,对着沪宁线,叹什么“思念远方的家乡 ,远方的你 ”啦 。
  
  他不好意思再叹,我却心头一热。顺着那句“思念”,瞬间回到豆蔻年华 ,青葱岁月。那时,有的是红笺小字,说不尽的平生意 ,哪怕冬寒料峭,只要有个可念想的人,也满心都是又矫情又朴素的字句啊:你是爱 ,是暖 ,你是人间四月天……
  
  下了高铁,直奔“观海楼” 。那里,一干高中同学等着我们赴接风宴。
  
  酒逢知己千杯少 ,醋也是。和老同学一起,“天地壹号 ”是一杯接一杯,从上午11点直喝到下午4点 。过程中 ,暖天暖地的桥段层出不穷 。比如曾经的同桌秀琴,原有“天大的事儿”,却表示“你来了比天还大” ,准时现身,给了我一个扎实的熊抱和惊喜。还有,当年沉默是金的庆老表 ,一反常态,滔滔不绝地史海钩沉,把本人当年无病呻吟的一些文章段落 ,悉数挖了个遍。据他说 ,我写过啥子《三看<悲惨世界>》:一看如何,二看如何,三看又如何……苍天啊大地 ,对此我早已记忆清零 。任我怎么看,也只看到,对自己记忆力的无语 ,对庆老表垂青小文的感念。
  
  挥别老同学,马不停蹄,赶赴乡下婆家。一年不见 ,公婆将喜悦都托付给当晚的一桌山珍海味了---大河蟹,走地鸡,猪脚汤……桃红柳绿 ,热气腾腾的 。又叫来隔壁的乡亲作陪,少不得推杯换盏,直到夜凉如水 ,还不忍散去。
  
  山中日月长 ,果然。一觉醒来,天光大亮 。彼时,公公已从后山捡回一大堆野银杏果 ,婆婆也已清理完毕,正忙着舂芝麻糖,炒锅巴 ,预备一起打包,挑战游子的行李箱容量呢---难怪晨梦里,除了鸡鸣 ,狗吠,还有漫山遍野的香!
  
  最后一站,是城郊的一个老年公寓。我们的不期而至 ,于耄耋老外公,是天掉的馅饼。老人家一路拉着我的手,看他练的毛笔字 ,又冲着对门的邻居大声喊:我外孙女!从深圳来看我……分贝之高 ,吸引了整栋楼的老头老太,一个个蹒跚着晃过来 。临走,老爷子又掏出一本手抄的《三字经》 ,郑重其事交给我:给乐乐!让他照着抄……天,这得收好,传家宝啊。
  
  短短一个周末 ,倏忽一瞬耳。可直到此刻,仍有乡情亲情同窗情留下的余温 。这个冬天,是冷不起来啦 。

英译版本:

Finishing text, like Einstein's small bench? Ha ha.

Winter, worship the old celestial body, and the man from different cities, while flying Shanghai public. So, the husband and wife are still home, along the Shanghai Ning Line, all the way, in the Qinghai gas field, not far from the hometown, and a warm weekend.

On Shanghai towards the high-speed railway of Zhenjiang, wear a sense of death: 咦, in the 1990s, where is the round-trip between Shanghai and Towns, is not "哐 哐" is exhausted? ! How do you have a second speed for 1 hour? How many literati's poetic is destroyed? ! There is one in front of you. The man whispered: For now, it is not so embarrassed to be in the Shanghai Beach, sighing, "I am missing the distant hometown, the distance."

He is sorry and sigh, but I am hot. On the "Missing", I returned to my cardamom, and the subchrome occurred. At that time, some were a hint of hooks, and I'm afraid of the winter cold. As long as there is a people who want to think, it is also the words and simple words: You are love, warm, you are April day ...

took the high-speed railway and rushed to the "viewing sea building". There, a high school classmate waiting for us to pick up the feast.

Liquor is less than a thousand cups, vinegar is also. Together with the old classmates, "Tiandi No." is a cup picking a cup, drinking from 11 am to 4 pm. In the process, the warmth of the warm bridge is endless. For example, the same table show, the original "big thing", but said "You are still bigger than the sky", appeared on time, gave me a solid bear hug and surprise. Also, the silence is golden celebration, an anti-normal, and the hook of the sea hook, and some of the articles of the disease, the paragraph of some of the articles, all dig each other. According to him, I wrote a scorpion "three look
": I look at how, I look at how, how do you think ... Heaven, the earth, I have already remembaciated. Let me see, I only see, speechless to my memory, and the elderly of the old text.
Soloing the old classmates, horses don't stop, rush to the countryside. I have not seen a year, my business will pay the joy to the night of the night.--- Grandle crab, walking chicken, pig's foot soup ... peach red willow green, hot air. Also called the folks next door, there is less to push the cup to change, until the night is cool, not tolerant.

The mountain is long, and it is really. A awakening, the sky is bright. At the time, the father-in-law has returned to a big bleak fruit from the hunshan, and the mother-in-law has been cleaned up. It is busy with the sesameose, the sauce pot, ready to pack, challenge the luggage capacity of the comsermat - no wonder the morning dream In addition to the chicken, the dog is smashed, and there is a fragrance in the mountains!
The last stop is an old apartment in the suburbs. Our unexpectedly, in the foreigners, it is the tail. The old man took my hand all the way, watching the brush word he practiced, shouting with the neighbors of the door: I am granddaughter! From Shenzhen to see me ... the high of the decibels, attracting the old man of the whole building, one is shaking. Leave, the old man took out a "three-character", solemnly handed it to me: give Lele! Let him copy ... day, this is harvested, pass the family treasure.

Just a weekend, 倏 倏 倏 耳. But until at this moment, there is still a hometown of the hometown. This winter is cold.

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