每当最后一缕夕阳的余晖没入远方的地平线,昏黄的灯光便在白幕上晕染出温暖的色调;静谧的气氛在空气中舒展,琴音划过了深沉的夜色,那是皮影戏的开场。孩时的我,爱看皮影戏。总是在一个银汉迢迢、残月斜卧、天空明丽得像孩子稚嫩笔触的夜晚,一个皮影老艺人手提皮箱, Whenever the last rays of the setting sun did not reach the far horizon, the dim light dizzy with warm colors on the white curtain; the quiet atmosphere stretched in the air and the sound of the piano across the dark night, the opening of the shadow theater. Childhood, I love to see shadow play. Always in a silversmith, the moon lying on the crescent, the sky was bright like a child tender brushstrokes at night, a shadow old veteran luggage,