还记得我们家搬进县城的那个冬天的夜晚,七八点钟的光景,我和妈妈沿着护城河散步,路灯、车灯和各式各样的商店门廊上的闪灯,伴着喧哗琐碎的声音,整个地填充了我们俩的外围,犹如把我们困在了一个港剧的移动电话亭里。我们都不言语,只是走,有时快,偶尔也慢,母女的“节奏”在这里呈现出了远超过“陪伴”的意义。直到我们走到 I still remember the winter nights when my family moved into the county. At seven or eight o’clock, my mother and I walked along the moat, the street lights, the lights and the flashing lights on the various storefront porches, accompanied by loud, trivial The sound, which completely filled the periphery of both of us, seemed to trap us in the mobile phone booth of a Hong Kong drama. We do not speak, just go, sometimes fast, occasionally slow, mother and daughter “rhythm ” Here is far more than “companion ” significance. Until we come