有一个声音让我久久不能忘怀,它非常古老,来自我出生和成长的故乡小镇。那时,每当夜深人静即将熟睡之时,街头巷尾就会传来“笃!笃!笃!关灯关门,小心火烛”的打梆子喊话声,随着夜风,在宁静、闲适的江南小镇上空飘忽穿行,由远及近,又由近及远,直到听不见。更夫已经走远了,更谣的余味却很悠长。漆黑的夜晚,每当这个声音在屋檐下若隐若现、从窗棂前渐行渐远,我小小的心灵就会被一股暖意包裹 There is a voice that I can not forget for a long time, it is very ancient, from my birth and growing hometown town. At that time, every night when the deep sleep is about to fall asleep, the streets and lanes will be heard, “Benedict! Benedict! Benedict! Turn off the lights, be careful!” The shout shout, with the night wind, in the quiet, leisurely Jiangnan small Erratic walking through the town, from far and near, from near and far, until it can not hear. More husband has gone far, more rhyme aftertaste is very long. Dark night, whenever the sound looming under the eaves, away from the window before my feet, my little heart will be a warming package