立冬过后,天忽然就冷了,找出衣柜底层的棉衣穿上。收藏一年的衣服有樟脑的气息,幽暗而妥帖,是回忆的味道。童年时,每到夏天,总会看见母亲把她陪嫁的大红箱子小心翼翼地搬出来,然后像举行重大仪式一样庄重地打开,樟脑的味道就出来了。母亲深深地吸一口气,开始一件件翻捡里面的衣物,而女孩小小的身子趴在箱沿上,听她絮絮地 After the winter, the day suddenly cold, find the bottom of the wardrobe to wear cotton. The year-long collection of clothes have the smell of camphor, dark and proper, is the memory of the taste. Every childhood, every summer, I always saw her mother carefully downed the red box she was downed, and opened it as solemnly as a grand ceremony. The smell of camphor came out. Her mother took a deep breath and started to retrieve the pieces of clothing in one piece while the little girl lying on the box was listening to her