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下了车,入眼即是村口的夹道古树,苍郁如初,古井澄明。直行二十步,走过古桥,沿着青石板路走到尽头,右转,踏上石阶,迈过门槛,便是家乡的老屋了。我睁开眼,凝望堂前的草木葳蕤。野草及腰,随风飞舞,近似疯狂的生机却无法遮掩这里衰败死寂的气氛。我一不小心踩散了飞蓬,那雪屑般的白便在风中飘散,飞上青瓦,落在石阶,抑或飘摇着,落向未知的远方。端详熟悉的老屋,忽又感觉如此陌生:猪舍兔笼已然空寂,
Get off the car, the eye is the entrance of the ancient village of the road, Cangyuiru, Gujing clear. Straight twenty steps, walked through the ancient bridge, walked along the bluestone Road to the end, turn right, set foot on the stone steps, crossed the threshold, is the hometown of the old house. I opened my eyes and stared at the plants and trees in front of me. Weeds and waist, flying in the wind, almost crazy vitality but can not cover the atmosphere of decadent silence. I accidentally stamped the flying phoenix, then white snow like snow drift in the wind, fly on the green tile, fell on the stone steps, or swaying, falling unknown distance. Familiar with the old house, Suddenly feel so strange: Pig rabbit cage is already empty,