临出门,康有为在大门左首的地主神位上了炷香,转身对阿弟叮嘱几句,也不让送,提起藤箧,一迈脚,就跨出这间仅有两间厢房的涎香老屋。鸡刚啼头遍,一弯月牙还挂在天边。村道空荡荡的,四野浮着一层薄雾。路过康氏大宗祠的时候,被露水打湿的台阶上,兀然立着一位须发皓然的老人。他双手柱着一根疙疙瘩瘩的花椒木拐杖,佝偻的身子微微向左倾侧。借着微熙的晨光远远望去,就如一座饱经沧桑已然歪斜的古塔。康有为快步走到老人面前,深深躬身问了个早安。 Pro out, Kang Youwei in the door on the left of the landlord God of incense on the incense, turned to Adidas told a few words, nor to send, mention rattan, step by step, just across the only two rooms saliva Fragrant old house. Chicken just Timan times, a curved crescent still hanging in the sky. Village Road, empty, four fields floating a layer of mist. Passing through the Ancestral Hall, when it was wet by the dew, there was an elderly man to be hailed. He pillared with a knot of prickly peppers and wooden cane, his body slightly tilted to the left. By the dawn of the light of Hee Wang looked far, just like a towering ancient temple that has already experienced the vicissitudes of life. Kang You-you walked quickly to the elderly, deep bow asked a good morning.