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我四十多年前离开了家。当时我十八岁。当我六年后回来的时候——回得很是缓慢:乘一艘轮船颠簸了两个礼拜——一切都很陌生,又不陌生:突然间到来的夜晚,有些树硕大的叶子,那萎缩的街道,波纹铁皮屋顶。您沿着一条街道走下去,就会听见所有那些开着的小房子里都会传出“丽的呼声”有线广播电台的那些美国广告的配乐短诗。六年前我就熟悉“丽的呼声”广播电台播放的配乐广告短诗;而现在,这些配乐短诗对我来说全是新的,就像是别人的民
I left home forty years ago. At that time I was 18 years old. When I came back six years later - it was slow to get back: bumpped by a ship for two weeks - everything was strange and familiar: the gigantic foliage of a sudden decline at night Street, corrugated tin roof. As you walk down a street, you will hear short notes of “American Voice” and “American Radio” on those cable-radio stations in all those open-minded houses. Six years ago, I was familiar with the short, “sound of” Lyric’s broadcasts of radio commercials, and now these short verses are all new to me, just like other people’s