有一天,吕运斌忽然对我说,我们是上个世纪的人了。乍听来,他像个怀旧而感伤的人。我有点恍惚,怎么看他也还是个生气勃勃的中年人。那时,他正在修订本书,他的母亲骤然离世。我们日行千里,赶回老家。故乡的天空特别晴朗,屋前是成片的稻田,深浅不一的金黄中,夹着草的绿,菜的青,还有土地的褐,色彩斑驳迷离。长江边上的村子叫垸,垸里有自己的小乐队。乐师们从早到晚沉浸在天马行空的演奏中。除了每一场开头必定是揪人心肺的哀乐,接下来便是抒情的 One day, Lu Yunbin suddenly told me that we are the people of the last century. At first glance, he is like a nostalgic and sentimental person. I am a bit trance, how to see him is still a vibrant middle-aged. At that time, he was revising the book, and his mother died suddenly. We traveled thousands of miles, back home. Hometown is particularly clear sky, the front is a piece of paddy fields, golden shades of grass, grass green, green vegetables, as well as the brown land, color and mottled blurred. The village on the edge of the Yangtze River called embankment, embankment has its own small band. Musicians are immersed in playful performance from morning to night. In addition to the beginning of each must be pulling people’s lungs and sorrows, the next is lyrical