村子的尽头孤零零地矗立着几间残破的瓦房,一条田间小路弯弯曲曲地伸向远方,远方或许是霓虹闪烁的繁华。又是一个宁静的下午,我懒懒地晒着太阳,享受着这片刻的宁静。吭,吭…一阵急促的咳嗽声打断了我的思路,你熟悉而略显佝偻的身影从老屋中蹒跚而出,手里紧握着那根掉了漆的烟杆。你凝望着已然荒废的田野,看我孤单站在旷野里守护着土地,驱赶着鸟雀,眉头微微皱了一下。你扶着那棵几十年前,你和你的伙伴们一起种下的梧桐树,眼神中尽是孤 At the end of the village stands a few broken tile-roofed houses, and a field path splays into the distance. The remote area may be the flash of neon. Another quiet afternoon, I lazily basking in the sun, enjoying this moment of peace. Hey, hey... I was interrupted by a rush of coughing sounds. Your familiar and slightly embarrassed figure emerged from the old house, holding the painted stem in his hand. You stare at the already deserted fields and watch me stand alone in the wilderness to guard the land, drive the bird, and frown slightly. You held the plane tree that you planted with your partners several decades ago. Your eyes were lonely.