听说村子要整体拆迁,急忙往老家赶。明明是往前走,却又像往回退,退回到时间的深处——我的先人和我曾经生活过的岁月和地方。它们都在那里,石头铺就的路,石头做的各种器物,等着我与它们相认和告别。那些路眼前的这条路,和远处的那条路,还有更远处的那一条路,都是石头铺的,它们各走各的,看起来好像互不相干,只有到了村口,才发现彼此的关系—— I heard the village to the overall demolition, hurry to rush home. Obviously moving forward, but like backwards, back to the depths of time - my ancestors and the years and places I have lived. All of them are there, stone-paved roads, stone-made utensils, waiting for me to recognize and say good-bye to them. The road in front of those roads, the road in the distance and the road farther away are all covered with stones. They each go its own way and seem to be unrelated to each other. Only when they reach the entrance to the village Discover each other’s relationships -