初三,当然是要回乡的,哪怕像被迫赴考般不爽。长辈说,再怎样,故乡不能丢。于是,归去。村庄还是那个村庄。长坡上,弯脖子树下,一丛闲汉站着,盯着进村的人和车,等车过去,站在尾汽里,猜测车值多少钱,人是谁家客。都老了。头发蒙了岁月的灰,神情卑怯又防御。我还记得十年前的他们,也站在这里,身形高大,骨节像树突,烟卷抽得像烟囱一样凶猛。没想到一个个都圆而矮了,又或者,只是委 The third day, of course, is to return home, even if forced to go exam as unhappy. Elder said no matter how hometown can not be lost. So go back. The village is still the village. Long slope, bend neck tree, a pile of idle standing, staring at the village people and vehicles, waiting for the car in the past, standing in the tail gas, guess how much the car value, who is the guest. Are old. Gray hair years old, look cowardly and defensive. I still remember them ten years ago, also standing here, tall, disfigured dendrites, cigarette smoke as fierce as the chimney. Did not expect all round and short, or, just commission