夕阳笼罩下,村口一片静谧安宁。橘红色的阳光渗过茂绿枝叶间的缝隙,在天地间洇出一幅金灿灿的油画。我又一次迈进村子,却再也辨不出曾经的痕迹。村口的老人们喃喃说道:“扎伞的老王在你走后两三年就死啦,这不,十多年光景,当年那个还吮着指头的你,现在都长成大小伙喽。岁月不饶人哩……”见我欲问,一旁佝偻着背的老太太插嘴上来:“若是说来,你该还记得那炒米师傅吧,喏,再往前走两个巷口便是。”年幼时的我,恍惚以为村里的所有都是永恒的。可岁月从没有停止她那匆匆的脚步,逝去成 Under the shadow of the sunset, the village was quiet and tranquil. Orange sunshine seepage through the gap between the branches of green leaves, out of a golden canvas between heaven and earth. Once again, I stepped into the village, but I could no longer identify the traces of the past. The old man in the village murmured: “The Pharaoh who took the umbrella died two or three years after you left, and this is not the case for more than a decade, when you were still sucking your finger, and you are now grown into a big guy Years do not spare miles ... ”See I want to ask, the side of the old lady stomping back interrupted: “ If you say, you should remember that fried rice master it, 喏, then go forward two alley That is. ”When I was young, trance that all the village is eternal. Years have never stopped her hurried footsteps, passed away