回不去的小时候（When you cant go back）.docVIP

回不去的小时候（When you cant go back） One The alley suddenly opened up. An old stage in the autumn sun, warm and lazy basking in the sun. Its empty everywhere. All kinds of crops have been harvested, the air was filled with the smell of grass, thick covered the purple and yellow wild flowers and barnyard grass, and unknown wormwoods. A long body with ice grass beat, autumn wind howling under the swaying, from seasonal fingers out of the golden branches. The thick wall of three surface, and a few brick, is a prop up the roof. The roof is a curve of gray tile, on both sides of the wall, printed antithetical couplet hung a pair of red and yellow; half walls firmly grasp the hand, half by the wind ripped out, the wind dancing, dancing, Hula shout, meet guests from afar, it seems happy. All around the weeds also sway posture, excited to the stage said, look, people come! The stage is still silent, still did not evoke inner dusty ripples, nor lifted. The voices of those busy people, and memories of the scene, but just a distant memory. My friend and I, sitting in the thatched roof under the wooden bench, with pauses. The mud of the theater chairs, quietly in a semicircle, standing at a distance, the first long ears and familiar voice. Before the stage, no percussion noise, no past true fans gathered; it had been there, a fictional ice field of moving scene. An incomplete ZheZiXi, a word of love to the depths of the dialogue, a tacit understanding of the eyes, a heavy old things, a time old drama robe...... It seems a chuimu old man, old and lonely; every night, to accompany it, perhaps only those unknown insects chirping. The lonely old lane, lonely stage, and next to the ruins of the old mill and almost has become the ruins of the Loess house, chatting together, in the narrative of vicissitudes and changes. The unscrupulous, no worries the day is like a pair of freehand painting has become one adult dream, only appear in the time of the fairy tale. Two The ghosts on the stage s