夜色早已降临了。我走出火车站,不远处隐隐约约的锣鼓声又在我的耳畔响起来。我知道那是河岸上搭的戏台子正在演越剧。我是年年夏天都要回老家的。看看戏,划划船,逛逛街,这无疑使我久受城市灯红酒绿纷扰的心重新回归清明,安静。我拎着包悄悄坐在岸边。正唱的是《黛玉葬花》,台 The night has already come. I walked out of the train station, and not far behind the faint sound of drums in my ears again. I know that it is a play stage on the river bank that is playing Shaoxing Opera. I have to go home every summer. Taking a look at the show, rowing a boat, and strolling around the street will undoubtedly make me return to the clear and bright place with the hearts of cities and towns. I sat quietly on the shore with my bag. Just singing is “Daiyu funeral”, Taiwan