我家老屋,坐落在一个依山傍水的小山村里。老屋几十年就呆立在这片浓密的树木竹林里,周围是快要坍塌的鸡舍、猪圈和篱墙。阡陌小路,在屋前错落有致。我走近老屋,看到儿时那扇从未锁过的大门,被一把锈迹斑斑的铁锁紧紧地锁着。自从家里人搬到县城后,这里的一切竟变得如此萧条。院墙的角落里,几朵小野花低垂着卑微的头颅, My house, located in a small village Yishanbangshui. For decades, the old house was set in the dense tree grove, surrounded by the collapsing henhouse, pen loops and hedges. Carpathian path, patchwork in the front of the house. As I approached the old house, I saw the door never locked when I was young, and I was tightly locked by a rusty iron lock. Since the family moved to the county seat, everything here has become so depressed. In the corner of the courtyard wall, a few small wildflowers drooping humble head,