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像定格在相机里的老照片,赤水城穿越历史的轮回,依旧静静的,哺育着一代又一代山水之子。“嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒,时针它不停在转动,嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒,小雨它拍打着水花,嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒嘀嗒,是不是还会牵挂……”在一个细雨绵绵的午后,汽车收音机里放着侃侃唱的《嘀嗒》,静静的、暖暖的调调似乎与岛城繁华忙碌的街道形成一道截然不同的屏障,将我与外界的喧哗隔离,思绪慢慢飘向远方。
Like the old photos stuck in the camera, Chishui City through the historical reincarnation, still quiet, feeding generations of landscape son. “Tick tick Tick tick, the clock it kept turning, tick tick tick tick, drizzle it flapping tick, tick tick tick, is it right? ...” In a rainy afternoon, in the car radio Quietly singing “ticking”, quiet, warm tone seems to be busy with the busy streets of the island city to form a completely different barrier, the sound of my isolation with the outside world, his thoughts slowly drifting away.