行走在农村,那房前屋后的一草一木,那村前的潺潺溪水,那袅袅上升的炊烟,那一座座老宅、一扇扇老窗,那廊下燕去未归的窝,无不唤起游子浓浓的乡愁。老屋春节期间,我到乡下给舅舅拜年时,特意到老村子里转了一遭,去寻找童年时期散落在外婆家老屋的那些记忆。走在破旧的弄堂里,老屋旁墙缝上一株株的狗尾巴草正迎风招展,青青的、软软的、 Walking in the countryside, that house behind the grass and trees, the village before the gurgling streams, the curl up the smoke, that old house, a fan old window, the gallery Swallow went to the nest, all without exception Arouse the wandering nostalgia homesick. Old House During the Spring Festival, I went to the countryside to give my uncle a happy new year, specifically to the old village in turn, to find those childhood memories scattered in the grandmother’s old house. Walk in the shabby alley, the old house next door stitched a strain of dog tail grass is upwind, green, soft,