弦索叮咚间,忽然想起发大水那年的事。那年大水在留园水漫金山,水退之后几乎每一块湖石上都留有水印,我陪一名省里的老作家去留园采访,目睹了留园曾经的一丝狼狈。这是近二十年前的事了。没几天就是中秋,本来应该有很好的月色。月色如水漫过留园大大小小的湖石,微风过后,一群群竹叶就是苏东坡笔下承天寺的小鱼儿了。那琵琶声、三弦声、人声在留园夜空漫游、弥散,就会像一滴滴墨在清水盂里袅袅下沉、化开,春情妩媚地荡漾。可惜下雨。男男女女都在唱《西厢》,一个个唱得 Chord cable Ding Dong, suddenly remembered something that year. At that time, there was a flood of water in the water park, almost every lake and stone, and I went with an old writer in the province to visit the park and witnessed a hint of embarrassment. This is a matter of nearly two decades ago. Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days, should have had a good moonlight. Moonlight like water over the lake park large and small, after the breeze, a group of bamboo leaves is Su Dongpeng Chengtian Temple Pencil’s little fish. That pipa sound, sanxian sound, human voice roaming the park in the night sky, dispersed, it will be like a drop of ink curl in the water in the sink, bloom, spring feminine rippling. Unfortunately, it rained. Men and women are singing “The West Wing”, sing one by one