每次回家探望老爹,一进村庄,总是不由自主地看向那座熟悉的大山。远远望去,在半山腰,有一座孤零零的石屋,像一座被世人遗弃的庙宇,显得凄凉、荒芜。上石屋的路,崎岖蜿蜒,损坏严重,因常年饱受雨水冲蚀,石阶高低不一,有的长满青苔,有的已经断裂,踩上去有些陌生而又熟悉的感觉。但是,泥泞破败的小路并没有阻挡 Every time I go home to visit Daddy, into the village, always involuntarily look to the familiar mountain. From afar, in the hillside, there is a solitary stone house, like a temple abandoned by the world, looked desolate, barren. On the road to the stone house, rugged winding, serious damage, due to perennial rain erosion, different levels of stone steps, and some covered with moss, and some have been broken, stepped on some strange and familiar feeling. However, the muddy path is not blocked