还是成都的那些旧街道,我跟着你一步一步地走过平坦的石板路,我望着你的背影,心里安慰地想,父亲还很康健呢,一种幸福的感觉使我的全身发热了,我那时不会知道我是在梦中,也忘记了二十五年来的艰苦日子。
在戏园里,我坐在你旁边,看台上的武戏,你还详细地给我解释剧中情节。我变成二十几年前的孩子了,我高兴,我没有挂虑地微笑,我不假思索地随口讲话,我想不到我在很短的时间以后就会失掉你,失掉这一切。
然而睁开眼睛,我只是一个人,四周就只有滴滴的雨声。房里是一片黑暗。
At that time, neither did I realize that I was in a dream, nor did I remember the tough days that I had gone through in the last twenty-five years.
In the opera house, while I sat beside you to watch the martial play on the stage, you explained its plot to me in detail. 1 became the kid that I had once been over twenty years before. I was delighted. I smiled lightheartedly and I spoke without thinking. I never thought that only in a very short period of time would I lose you and all this.
However, when I opened my eyes. I found that I was all by myself, only with the dripping sound of rain around me. The house was in darkness.