1村庄和我一样,都会变老的。爷爷家的老院前面有一棵大榆树,我出生的时候,榆树就在那儿。如今,我老了,榆树也老了,都是一脸的皱褶。榆树下乘凉、拉家常的爷爷那辈人,基本上走完了,只剩下三奶奶一个人睡在自家的热炕上,其他人都去了村北边的坟园洼了。爷爷在世时,曾经说过一句话:活着的人没有根。那时候我还小,没有明白爷爷说的这句话。随着一个又一个亲人 A village like me, will grow old. There is a big elm tree in front of the grandparents’ home. When I was born, the elm was there. Today, I am old, Elm is old, are all face wrinkles. Under the shade of the elm, grandpa grandchildren who often home, basically finished, and only three grandma sleeping in their own hot kang, others went to the graveyard depression in the north of the village. When my grandpa was alive, I used to say that there is no root in the living. At that time I was young, did not understand my grandfather said this sentence. With one family after another