肆虐的笑声传过来,惊醒了我的梦,我还站在原地,站在老家门口,舍不得进,更是不忍进,害怕进。如同怕看旧照片里的初恋情人。
The raging laughter came and woke up my dream. I was still standing in the same place, standing at the door of my hometown, reluctant to enter, but also unwilling to enter, afraid to enter. It's like afraid to see the first lover in the old picture.
古墙还在吗,胡同院里的老槐树还在吗?纷纷的淡黄色落蕊还在吗?
Is the ancient wall still there? Is the old locust tree still there? Are the pale yellow stamens still there?
算了吧,都算了吧,走吧,走吧,就将所有的儿时记忆酿成一杯酒,饮下它,永远陶醉在和谐美好的图画中;将一切美好的现实酿成槐花糕,藏在记忆深处,默默的默默的……在蓦然回首的刹那,留下簌簌的淡黄色花影……
Forget it, forget it all, let's go, let's go, turn all childhood memories into a glass of wine, drink it, and revel in the harmonious and beautiful pictures forever; brew all the beautiful reality into Sophora cake, hide it in the memory, silently In the moment when I look back, I left the pale yellow flower shadow
转身,回首。
Turn around, look back.
然后掉头,默默走开,眼泪成诗。
Then turn around, walk away silently, tears into poetry.
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