余下的思念注定比回去之前更浓更忧伤,离开后的故园还要继续荒芜到什么时候?我给不出时间表,那些漫生的野草散发着霉变的臭味,年初垒起的新坟几张烧纸一串鞭炮永不可能烘干梦里的泪痕。真的,站在老屋面前,我生出了无尽感伤:青石板铺成的地坝长满绿油油的青苔,堂前垓阴上凌乱地堆放着柴禾、拌斗及断木凳,房顶边缘的瓦已被风吹落了一些,几根露出的檩子和橼子经过日晒雨淋已开始腐朽, The rest of the thoughts are doomed to be thicker and sadter than the ones before returning, and when will the abandoned homeland continue to be desolated? I will not have a timetable for those weeds of wild weeds exuding moldy stinks and new burials A few pieces of firecrackers can never dry the dreams of tears. Really, standing in front of the old house, I gave birth to an endless sentiment: green paved dam dam covered with green moss, Tang Yin Yin messy pile of firewood Wo, mixing bucket and broken wooden bench, the edge of the roof Watts have been blown some, a few exposed prickly heat and citron after sun and rain has begun to decay,