在新书《在能被记忆看到的地方》中,周锐回忆了自己小时候的成长点滴。和他的童话一样,凝练而平实的语言,读来就像一颗颗落入水面的雨滴,击起读者内心的层层涟漪。六七十年代的上海街道、梧桐树叶洒落的斑驳光影、幼儿园里的木马和大象滑梯、小人书和连环画、墙上的海报和标语……淡墨水彩勾画出一幅幅旧日场景,就像一部时光机,将我们又带回到那个颜色渐渐泛黄的时代。 In the new book, “Where Memories Can Be Seen,” Zhou Rui recalled her growing up. Like his fairy tales, concise and plain language reads like raindrops that fall into the water, hitting ripples in the reader’s heart. The streets of Shanghai in the 1960s and 1970s, the mottled shades of copula leaves, the kindergarten and elephant slides, villain books and comics, posters and slogans on the walls ... the pale ink color sketched the old scenes, Like a time machine, will bring us back to the era of yellowing of color gradually.