老屋的那扇木门一直锁着。在我离去的那一刻,门轴转动的吱咛声、门锁摁下的咔哒声一直尾随着我。我回了回头,老屋在那里蹲着,那条剪掉了半截尾巴的黑狗在屋檐下蹲着。它们各怀心事,一声不吭。我背着简单的行囊,我的脚步却无法轻松。我在院子里逗留了很久。墙角竖立的铁锨曾经被我爱不释手,我在无 The old wooden door has been locked. At the moment of my departure, the door shaft squeaked and the click of the door lock continued to follow me. I looked back, the old house squatting there, the black tail cut off the half-tailed dog squatting under the eaves. They are happy, silent. I carry a simple luggage, but my pace can not easily. I stayed in the yard for a long time. The erected iron 墙 corner was once I put it down, I am without