被梦硌醒我一直想说一说老青岛的人和事儿,上个世纪五十年代我出生在这里,一个甲子过去了,在这个叫“铁路宿舍”的地方,我度过了懵懵懂懂的童年,饥饿和敏感的少年,成长期的记忆难以泯灭,那些场景和气息、画面与声音,多少年后带着不可抑制的躁动,带着快乐和忧伤,拥进我平静的生活,刺痛着岁月深处的经脉,许多次把我从梦中硌醒,我有时在暗夜里睁眼躺着,有时披衣坐起,怅惘不已。 Been awakened by the dream I always wanted to talk about people and things in old Qingdao, I was born here in the 1950s, a Jiazi passed, in this place called “railway dormitory ”, I spent Sluggish childhood, hungry and sensitive teenagers, the memory of the growth period is hard to destroy, those scenes and breath, picture and sound, years later with unquenchable restlessness, with joy and sadness, into my peaceful life , Stinging meridians in the depths of years, many times I wake up from my dreams, I sometimes open eyes open lying in the dark, and sometimes dressed in suits, regrettable endless.