村庄走远了。在一个风和日丽的天气里,村庄在挖掘机的轰鸣声中訇然倒下。怅然若失的心情随之而来,我知道她永远也不会回来了,如同我逝去的母亲,这是何等的情感割舍,又是何等的情愫萦绕。可是,她的离去,仿佛打我的心头挖掉了一块肉,空落落的,留下一块永远弥长不上的疤痕。记忆中村庄倒下过两次,一次是1976年唐山大地震,那次村子里的房子全倒了,那时几乎所有的房子都是士房子,哪里抵得住簸箕点豆 The village is far away. In a sunny day, the village suddenly collapsed under the roar of excavators. The loss of my sense of loss followed, and I know she will never come back, as my dead mother, this is what the emotional leave, but also what kind of feelings linger. However, she left, as if to hit my heart dug up a piece of meat, empty, leaving a scar that never grows. Memory of the village fell more than twice, once the Tangshan earthquake in 1976, the village houses all fell, when almost all the houses are Shiko house, where to withstand the dustpan point beans