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也许是上了年纪吧,总是回想梦一般的过去。那已经是整整三十二年前的暮冬季节了,屋檐上斑斑驳驳慵着一层茸茸白雪,寒冷的太阳把它微弱的光芒反照在晶莹的积雪上,几乎每一幢房子全闪烁着宝石般的光焰。刚过中午,山城贵阳笼在一片静寂中,我乘坐的老式长途客车开进了贵阳客车站。怀中紧抱着大型豪华的131——A型上海牌收音机,来不及抖落三天长途颠簸的疲倦,我兴冲冲登上了一辆三轮车,车
Maybe it’s old, always thinking about the dream-like past. It was already a twilight season for thirty-two years ago. The mottled snow on the eaves was mottled and the cold sun reflected its feeble light on crystal-clear snow. Almost every house was full-blinking Gem-like flames. Just after noon, Mountain Guiyang cage in a quiet, I used to take the old coach into the Guiyang bus station. Hugging the large luxury 131 - A Shanghai radio, too late to shake off three days of long-distance bumpy tired, I excitedly boarded a tricycle, the car