那时,我正和朋友们一起,乘车前往莲池乡一个叫凹泥奔的村子,去参加那里的绣花节。那条连结县城与乡镇的路好像在节节往后倒退,从柏油路,到水泥路,到乡间弹石路,到土路,仿佛历史的一次短暂返回。余下的一切,倒都平常得像某个曾经过过的日子。但当我久久地凝视窗外时,奇妙还是发 At that time, I was with my friends and went to a village called Lianbai in Lianchi Township to attend the embroidery festival there. The link between the county town and the township seems to be backwards after the festival, from the asphalt road to the concrete road to the country’s rock road to the dirt road as if a brief return to history. The rest of everything, it usually looks like something has been passed. But when I stared out of the window for a long time, it was wonderful to go