回故乡的时候,我像往常一样去探望那位一直让我崇敬的百岁老人。亲人们告诉我,不久前老人已平静地走了。老人是我故乡宅院的邻居。我自幼就知道隔壁住着一位年龄很大的老奶奶。她家没有院墙,只有两间极普通的土坯房,那两扇透了很大缝隙的大门也几乎总是虚掩着。 When I came back to my hometown, I visited, as usual, the centenarian who had always admired me. My dear ones told me that the old man was gone quietly not long ago. The old man is my neighbor in my hometown. I knew from an early age living next door to a very old grandmother. Her home without walls, only two very ordinary adobe house, then the two doors through a lot of gap is almost always hidden.