2012年的春节,老家落下了长达半月之久的雨水,道路两边的水杉,因雨水的滋润而释放了它们所有的绿意,在这个飘零的冬季里显得那样生机勃勃。常听村里的老人们讲起,那些树根粗壮的、排列成士兵一样的水杉,从他们小时候开始便矗立在村庄的路口,守候着村庄里的每一个人,从出生到死去。人类看似漫长的一生,在它们眼里,不过是惊鸿一瞥。它们看到过那么多的欢愉,那么多的悲戚,只是静立在那儿,静守所有的秘密,不曾与人说起。 During the Spring Festival of 2012, half a month’s rain fell on the home. Metasequoia on both sides of the road, released by the moisture of the rain, released all its greenery and appeared vibrant in this snow-drifting winter. Often listen to the village’s old people speaking, those thick roots, arranged in the same man-made Metasequoia, from their childhood since they stood in the village intersection, waiting for everyone in the village, from birth to death. Human seemingly long life, in their eyes, but a glimpse. They have seen so much joy, so much grief, just standing there, keeping all the secrets, never talking about people.