我从千里之外的军营风尘仆仆的赶回老家时天色已晚。在村口迎接我的除了母亲外,还有那株已有些年头的老柳树,树影斑驳把我和家的距离拉得很长。庭院里寂寂的,没有了往日的活气。父亲在南方一个大城市里当建筑工人,偌大的院落里就剩下母亲。母亲喊我做这做那,我知道她并不想我干多少,只想我在她面前,让家有些回信和气息。母亲做着饭数落着父亲:“这么长时间了,也不打个电话!”吵闹了一辈子, When it was too late for me to return to my hometown from the belligerent of the military camp thousands of miles away. In addition to my mother at the entrance to the village, there was the old willow tree that had been old for some years. The mottled mottled the distance between me and my house a long way. Lonely in the courtyard, without the vitality of the past. His father was a construction worker in a big city in the south, leaving his mother in a huge courtyard. Mother called me to do this, I know she did not want me to do much, just want me in front of her, let the family some reply and breath. The number of meals my mother is carrying his father: “This is a long time, do not make a phone call! ” Noisy for a lifetime,