隔了重重的光影,墨香似乎是渗出了岁月的黑白照片,那是我儿时温馨的记忆,还若有若无地缠绕在我的鼻翼——那些岁月静好的午后。黑白照片上有厚重久远的木桌,年轻时的父亲提着半染的笔,在宣纸上小心地勾勒着花纹,描绘出我童年时,一个个黑白生活中又色彩迷离的梦境,凝结着 After heavy light and darkness, the ink seems to be a black-and-white photo of years of exuberance. It was a warm memory of my childhood, and if it had nothing to do with my nose - those quiet days of the afternoon. Black and white photographs have long wooden tables, young father carrying a half-dyed pen, paper carefully sketch the pattern, depicting my childhood, one after another black and white life dreams of color blur, condensation