多年以后,当你提着满满的行囊回到故乡,却发现自已成了故乡的陌生人。老屋不见了,许多田地被征用了,道路加宽了,路两边的树木长得粗壮了,你年少时抚摸过的树桩上的那块伤疤,睁着空洞的眼睛,疲倦地盯着你,疤痕四角褶皱,如同老年人松驰的皮肤,时光的痕迹已经篡改了你年少时的记忆。你走过的路,已经鲜有你的气息了。你不知自己该是欣慰还是感伤,你 Years later, when you returned home full of bags, you found yourself stranger in your hometown. The old houses were gone, and many fields were expropriated. The road widened. The trees on both sides of the road were thick, the scar on the stump touched by your youth, with empty eyes staring at you tiredly, Folds four corners of the fold, as loose skin of the elderly, the signs of time have tampered with your childhood memories. The way you walked, has little of your breath. You do not know whether it is gratifying or sentimental, you