十七岁时,我骑车远行,抵达了东边的九眼桥。那是夏天的正午,阳光正强而树阴也正浓,除了蝉叫,到处清风雅静。我从住地羊市街出发、穿街走巷,边走边问。我经过了深墙黑门的公馆,漆水剥落的铺板房,还经过一些带着尖角栅栏的小院。我问在冰棍箱后打瞌睡的太婆,问举着竹竿粘蝉子的娃娃,九眼桥怎么走?我说的是地道的成都话,他们当然也不会把我当外地人。成都市那么大,谁跨过了三五条街道不问路呢。 At seventeen, I traveled by bike and reached the Jiuyan Bridge in the east. That is the summer noon, the sun is strong and the shade is strong, in addition to cicadas, everywhere breeze Yajing. I am starting from the Sheep Market Street, wearing a lane to go alley, walked to ask. I passed through the dark walls of the mansion, paint peeling board room, but also through some small corner fence fence. I asked my grandma, who was asleep after the popsicle, asked the doll with a sticky bamboo stick, how did the Jiuyan Bridge go? I said it was authentic Chengdu dialect, and of course they would not treat me as a foreigner. Chengdu is so big, who crossed three or five streets do not ask the way.