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六月,厦门只有大雨滂沱,没有故乡栀子花盛开的浓郁香气,但大街小巷几乎都盛开着甜美的三角梅。我独自一人穿梭在这个美丽的海滨城市,空暇的时候就想起故乡与你。这个午后,我打电话给你。你在千里之外的江南小镇里,你旁边有很多声音,麻将磕碰的声音,小孩子吵闹的声音,然后我听到钱柜开关的声音和硬币掉在地上的声音。这些杂七杂八的声响汇成一条浩浩荡荡的河流向我奔腾而来,让我有些应接不暇心绪缭乱,而你却日复一日年复一年几近忘乎所以地置身其中。
In June, there was only heavy rain in Xiamen. There was no rich aroma of home gardenia blooming. However, almost all the streets and alleys were blooming with sweet Bougainvillea. I travel alone in this beautiful coastal city, free time reminiscent of hometown and you. This afternoon, I called you. You are a thousand miles away in the town of Jiangnan, next to you there are many voices, mahjong bump sounds, noisy children’s voices, and then I heard the money switch and the coin fell to the floor. These miscellaneous sounds come together into a mighty river Pentium to me, so that I have some in time to confusion, but you are almost day after day, almost forget to place them.