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我有大片大片的记忆,是关于这个江南的.十九岁半,我开始深思,面对着黄昏中孤独飞行的鸟雀,面对着这些青瓦白墙爬满苍苔藤萝的江南屋.很多东西流水般逝去了.布匹从靛色的染缸里出来,细细地去蜡,挂在院子里随风能隐约听出厚重的摆动声;水井贴满了厚厚的一层苔藓,井沿石板上老是青色的滑粘,箍了铜圈的朱漆水桶在麻绳的下边晃悠晃悠漾出一小瀑布的水来;霉黄色的白炽灯下,灶膛里火苗闪动,灶台上锅盖轻微地被水汽鼓动.一个三十岁的中年男人,落寞地站在江南屋的轮廓里,上面,电
I have a large area of memory. It is about this Jiangnan. At the age of 19 and a half, I began to ponder, facing the lonely birds flying in the evening, facing the Jiangnan houses covered with mossy vines. A lot of things passed like water. The cloth came out of the ochre dyeing tank and went finely to the wax. Hanging in the yard, the sound of heavy swings was heard with the wind. The well was covered with a thick layer of moss. The slate is always blue and sticky, and the lacquer bucket with a copper ring is swaying under the twine to make a small waterfall of water. Under the mild yellow incandescent lamp, the fire in the stove is flashing, and the stove lid is on the lid. Slightly stirred by water vapor. A 30-year-old middle-aged man stood desolately in the outline of the Gangnam House.