窗外,几朵闲云在碧空中流连,淡淡的花香和着泥土的气息飘窗而入,这故乡的阳光、静谧的空气,还有缓行的时光,载我沿着孤单的影子靠近你——那盛满记忆的老屋。在重重叠叠的时光里,我走远,又走近。一黄昏里,细雨斜飘,远树凝寂,像墨泼的山形,衬出轻柔暝色。后院很开阔,郁郁葱葱的树,恣意地伸展,几株芍药花轻轻地绽放,仿佛迎接我这个远行归来的游子。槐树遒劲的枝干像一把张开的大伞,荫护着屋后的院落,厚实 Out of the window, a few lonely clouds linger in the blue sky, a touch of flowers and the atmosphere of the earth floating window into the hometown of the sun, the quiet air, there are palliative time, carrying me along the lonely shadow near you - That full of memories of the old house. In the overlapping time, I walked away, and approached. A dusk, drifting rain drifting away, far tree quiet, like the splash of Yamagata, lined with soft 暝 color. The backyard is very open, lush trees, wantonly stretched, a few strains of peony flowers bloom gently, as if to welcome me back this journey of wanderer. Ash tree vigorously branches like a big umbrella, shade the courtyard behind the house, thick