天空阴沉沉的。走进那条朝思暮想的土巷子,让周小宇感到陌生无比,细窄的土路被水冲得七零八落,两边灰黄色的土墙快要倒塌了,似乎废弃许久一般,实在不敢想象自己是从这里长大的。忐忑不安地走到尽头,推开自家风雨剥蚀的木大门,前腿迈进门槛,后腿便提不起来了,似乎有股力量在往后扯。他不敢进去,实在没想到,没有烟火的老家,会败落成这个样子,老树残枝横亘眼前,昔日打扫得干干净净的土院子,如今被干枯的荒草掩埋,一条新近踩出的隐约小径,通向西面蒙 The sky is gloomy Into that dreaming day alley, let Zhou Xiaoyu very strange, narrow dirt road was washed away, gray and yellow walls on both sides are about to collapse, it seems abandoned a long time, I really can not imagine I grew up from here. Uneasy come to an end, open their own doors and windows denuded by rain and wind, the front legs into the threshold, the hind legs can not mention it, it seems that there are forces in the future pulled. He did not dare to go in, he did not expect, did not smoke fire home, will be defeated into this way, old branches across the immediate past, the clean sweep of the old soil yard, now buried by the dry grassland, a newly stepped out of vague Trail, leading to the west Mongolia