半年前,出差到北方一座城市,途经一镇,镇很小,小到在省际地图上也找不到它的芳踪。那是一个普普通通的北方小镇,有条弯弯曲曲行将干涸的小河缠绕在它的四周,同时,还有座玲玲珑珑的石拱桥连接小河南北。青石板路两旁,有深院,有浅屋,有高楼,有茅房,有酒家,有茶馆,更多的是小作坊,有几台用来编织羊毛衫的机器,不时发出咣咣当当的声音。火车是午后时分停靠在这个不知名的小站上的,还没等我回过神来,呼啦一 Six months ago, a business trip to a city in the north, through a town, the town is small, small enough to find its way in the inter-provincial map. It was an ordinary northern town, with curving lines winding dry rivers around it, and at the same time, there was an exquisite long stone arch bridge connecting the north and south of the small river. Quarters on both sides of the bluestone, a deep courtyard, a shallow house, high-rise, there are mansions, restaurants, teahouse, more is a small workshop, there are several machines used to knit sweaters, from time to time issued a fickle sound. The train was docked at this unknown station in the afternoon, before I recovered,