一秋日多雨,风湿云低。清晨,天还阴着,久违的日头躲在翻滚的黑云里迟迟不肯露面。我一大早驱车赶回村里,站在老宅门前显得手足无措。心里直埋怨这该死的连阴雨,绵绵缠缠二十多天,竟然把我的老宅祸害成这个样子,六间正房的后脊背墙残了,大片的泼灰泥墙皮离劈剥落后,变成了舞台上常见的大花脸。东厢的饭厦屋顶防水毁了,外面天都快晴了,屋里还叭哒叭哒下个不停。最残的是西厢的土筑围墙,昂首挺立了三十多年,终于光荣“下岗”了,僵龙般坍卧在地上。房的梁脊板上记得清楚,老宅是上世纪 A rainy autumn, low rheumatism. In the morning, the sky is still overcast, returning to the sun hiding in the rolling dark clouds in the evening refused to show up. I drove back to the village early in the morning, standing in front of the old house seemed helpless. My heart straight blame the damn even the rain, wrapped around twenty days, even the scourge of my home into this way, the back of the six main room back wall residue, a large piece of plaster wall peel off from the split, Become a common stage big flower face. Higashibanhashi roof waterproofing destroyed, sunny days sunny, the house also da da da non-stop. The most residual is the West wall of the soil wall, stand tall for thirty years, and finally glorious “laid-off ”, the collapse of dragon lying on the ground like a dragon. Beam ridge board remember the house, the old house is the last century