俯瞰老村,一座座灰顶黄墙的老屋挤挤挨挨,整齐划一,自下而上排列。如孩童手中的积木堆积而成,又如一排排相对整齐的陶瓷陈列在苍穹之下,一层层严丝密缝。阳光在屋顶和灰墙上游走,老屋散发着迷人的光芒,旧时光便被散落在这些老屋里,以幸福而快乐的方式保存着,抚慰一代又一代人想念土地及思念亲情的灵魂。 Overlooking the old village, a gray-capped yellow wall of the old house crowded squeezed to suffer, neatly uniform, bottom-up arrangement. If the hands of children stacked in the building blocks, and, for example, a row of relatively neat ceramic display under the sky, layer by layer of tight seam. Sunshine on the roof and the gray wall walk, the old house exudes a charming light, the old time will be scattered in these old houses, happy and happy way to save, soothe generation after generation miss the land and miss the soul of the family .