故乡的篱笆屋隔五里岔七里的就是一间,歪歪扭扭地蹲在山脚旁。陡而厚的屋冠若尖形的棉帽子,挺浑实地捂扣在屋顶,压得那薄兮兮、矮趴趴的篱笆墙不胜重负。山风时常挟带着尘土,让那本为灰淡的篱笆屋较往日更黯了许多。在那黛青色大山的衬托下,年迈的树木,枝杈似秃笔蹭划而出,铁一般硬刺刺地伸向天空,捕捉每一丝风的信息。间或阳光从树隙漏撒下来, The fence of the hometown is a room five miles away. It is twisted and twisted at the foot of the mountain. The steep, thick crown of the crowned, pointed cotton hat clings to the roof quite conspicuously, and the squat, dwarfed fence wall is overwhelmed. The mountain breeze always carried dust, making the grey-fenced hedge more than ever. Against the backdrop of the vast blue mountains, the aged trees were drawn like bald-headed twigs, and the iron stretched hard to the sky, capturing the message of every wind. Or sunlight spilled from the gap in the tree,