那天做了一个梦,梦到了十多年前的故乡。我沿着记忆找寻那时的路,于是我来到了湖边。岁月似是停滞了,夹杂着记忆里那些奢侈而又明亮的呼吸与影像,荡漾在湖水里。昔年的清波带着无限的柔情,淡淡的烟气铺在水上,多了几分诗情。于是我便踏着一份薄薄的寂寞,踏着一份古典的情韵,向着那浅水里走去。清秋的湖水漫过脚踝,因没有穿鞋,而让人肌骨生凉。我找到一只停泊的小船,然后划着它向水深处慢溯。头顶有无数的星星在朝我眨眼。水面上有重重叠叠的黛影,星辉安然地沉睡那时的路岁像,荡水上,于那浅水凉。我数的星 That day I had a dream and dreamed of my hometown more than ten years ago. I followed the memory to find the way, so I came to the lake. Time seems to be stagnant, mixed with the memories of those luxurious and bright breathing and images, rippling in the lake. The past Qingbo with unlimited tenderness, light flue gas shop, a bit more poetic. So I would march a thin loneliness, marching a classical charm, walked toward that shallow water. Clear autumn sky over the ankle, because there is no shoes, leaving people muscle cool. I found a moored boat, then paddled it back to the depths of the water. Countless stars overhead wink at me. There are many overlapping Dian Ying on the water, the stars fall peacefully sleepy at the time like the road, swamp, in that shallow water. My number of stars