小时候,有两个日子是我总在期盼的,一是生日,一是六一,因为这两天可以理所当然地做自己的主人。我的生日恰好也在六月,于是,那些茉莉花开的时节便成了我最美的回忆。成年后,每到六月,就又想起那些时日,童年的纯真与柔软渐渐在记忆的深远处发出光来,于是随手在本子上写字,试着记录儿时的岁月,试着捕捉那些光。几页纸,满都是散碎的 When I was young, there were two days I always looked forward to. One was birthday, and the other was day six. It was because these two days could be our own masters of course. My birthday happens to be in June, so those jasmine blooms have become my most beautiful memories. Every adult, every June, they remembered those days, childhood innocence and softness gradually in the memory of the distant light, so readily write in the book, try to record the years of childhood, try to capture those lights . A few pages of paper, full of scattered pieces