我要以怎样的语调来讲述这个故事?亡者在天上看着,而远在他方的人对此一无所知。现在,我住在小而恬静的一座城里。黄昏快步走了回来,坐在窗边,可以听到不远火锅一条街热闹欢喜的声音,夹杂摩托车、汽车的声响,这些声音浮在窗帘上,随着秋夜的微风飘忽得悠远,这个充满灯光的房间,是一个停泊下来的所在,夯实而沉静,坐在其间,感受到被保护的深深慰藉。很多年前我不住这儿,我住在一个村庄里。我愿意这样称呼,而非说成农村,这是出于一种遣词用句的癖好。我记得那位喜爱 In what tone do I want to tell the story? The dead are looking in heaven, and the ones who are far away know nothing about it. Now, I live in a small, quiet city. Walking back at dusk, sitting by the window, you can hear the sound of lively joy in a hot pot street, mixed with motorcycles, car sounds, these sounds floating on the curtains, with autumn breeze drifting faraway, This light-filled room was a parked spot, tucked in and quiet, sitting in the middle of it, feeling the deep comfort that was being protected. I did not live here many years ago, I lived in a village. I would rather call it rather than rural, because of a hobby of wording. I remember that favorite