那一夜在梦中,又回到了英国。不知从哪而来的一张机票,没有理由的,我又站在了英国的房间里。窗外熟悉的街道和花园,房间里原封不动的一切,房东老太太的面容和拥抱,来访邻居的谈话说笑,那么真实而清晰。细想来,那一年的异国生活,已经变作点点滴滴的记忆,在心中流淌。 That night in a dream, back to the United Kingdom. I do not know where to come from a ticket, there is no reason, I stood in the British room. Out the window familiar streets and gardens, everything in the room intact, the landlord’s face and hug, talk to neighbors talk joking, so real and clear. Think carefully, that year’s exotic life, has become bit by bit memories, flowing in my heart.