古蜀地深冬的阳光,慵懒,寂寥,像一个习惯于沉默的人走到身边,站了许久,又一言不发地走了。我没有去计算这样的阳光一天从古蜀地山脊走到村口时间有多长,但他的悄无声息,似乎只有狭窄的山路上冻土踩出黏乎乎的感觉,证明阳光确实来过。遗憾的是,冻土才刚刚松软,阳光的味道就跑得无踪无影了。我喜欢村口的香樟、木荷、楮树、栲树、苦槠树,不仅长得任性,即便冬天再冷,依然保持一树树的青翠,不像枫香,经不住霜风,一吹叶就落了,光秃秃的样子 The deep winter sunshine, laziness, loneliness, like a man who used to be silent walked around, stood for a long time, another word goes away. I did not calculate how long this sunshine came from the ridges of the ancient Shu to the entrance of the village on a daily basis. However, he was quietly silent. It seemed that only the frozen soil on a narrow mountain trail had a sticky feeling that the sunshine did indeed come. Unfortunately, the permafrost has just been soft, the taste of the sun ran without a trace. I like the camphor’s camphor, Schima superba, Sassafras tsumu, Sassafras tsumu and Sassafras tsumu. It is not only self-willed, but even in winter, it still keeps the green of a tree. Blowing leaves fall, bare look