不管在人声嘈杂的西门闹区,抑或空旷荒僻的乡野,我总是凝眸再三,痴痴地目送它巍然远去。而童年往事,往往就在隆隆的车声里渐次展开,像一张张交叠的画片,争先恐后地跃上脑海。上小学以前,我们住在乡下老家三合院的房子里,正厅对面,是一塘池水,池塘外的大门边儿,则是一株郁茂的老榕树。树下闲闲地散置了些大石块。在哥哥姐姐都上学去的时候,我多半坐在石块上,对着绿油油的 No matter in the noisy Simon downtown, or empty remote rural areas, I always look back and forth, journeying to see it towering away. The childhood memories, often in the rumble of car began to gradually unfold, like a picture of overlapping, rushed to head. Before elementary school, we lived in the house of the hometown Sanheyuan in the countryside. Opposite to the main hall was a pool of pond water and the entrance to the pond outside the pond was a lush old banyan tree. The tree leisurely scattered some large stones. When my older brother and sister went to school, I mostly sat on the rocks facing the green oil