有些时候让我铭记的,往往是那些闪烁的微小的片段。因为一些人,因为一些事,这些片段成为了他们的替代品,留我年复一年的怀念。比如前年在连云港,那个空气中弥漫着清新和慵懒的南方小城,我记住了两件事:一件是因为我胃不好,不能吃硬米,只好把米泡在紫菜蛋花汤里,还挺好吃,自己有种和袁枚一样超俗的情怀。一件是早上五点半起床,穿着短裤拖鞋,裹着外套,站在沙滩上等日出,结果那天是阴天,我像是被判了死刑一样悲壮。转身离开的时候,我笑着原谅了那 There are moments when I remember, often tiny, flashing pieces. Because some people, because of some things, these clips became their substitute, leaving me year after year miss. For example, the year before yesterday in Lianyungang, filled with air in the fresh and lazy southern town, I remember two things: one is because my stomach is not good, can not eat hard rice, had to soak rice in eggplant soup , Pretty tasty, I have the same kind of meta-vulgar feelings and Yuan Mei. One is getting up at half past five in the morning, wearing shorts and slippers, wrapped in coats, standing on the beach and other sunrise, the result was cloudy, I was as imprisoned as a tragic death sentence. When I turned away, I forgave it with a smile