2015年4月,到苏州出差,坐游船在苏州河夜行,听着船家小妹用吴侬软语唱《茉莉花》,那熟悉的旋律,穿越茫茫的夜色,将我带回久远的岁月。沉浸在歌声中,我潸然泪下。“好一朵茉莉花,好一朵茉莉花,满园花草,香也香不过它……”这是我有记忆起听的第一首歌。给我唱歌的是长我2岁的丹丹姐。那年她5岁,我3岁,我们的家在江苏北部的一个小镇上。30年过去了,我们两个人,一个异国,一个他乡,只能各自听着这首歌,泡一 April 2015, travel to Suzhou, take a cruise in the Suzhou River night, listening to the ship sister with the soft singing of Wu Len sing “Jasmine”, that familiar melody, through the vast night, I will bring back the long years. Immersed in the song, I suddenly tears. “A nice jasmine, a nice jasmine, garden flowers, incense and incense, but it ... ” This is the first song I have heard from memory. Sing to me is my long 2-year-old Dandan sister. That year she was 5 years old, I was 3 years old, our home is in a small town in northern Jiangsu. 30 years have passed, we two people, a foreign country, a country, only to listen to the song, soak a