在高楼林立的城市,我忽然想念起老家的村庄了。我仿佛看到那一块块青石板敞开胸怀,等待我躺在他们的怀抱。在村庄里,由块块不规则的石板随意拼接的青石小道或许屡见不鲜,两面的墙壁也不是混合泥土,而是土黄色的,表面也凹凸不平,堆墙的技艺似乎也不是很精湛,但是这样才能与这青石小巷相配。那时,两边没有像模像样彻夜明亮的路灯,只有高高挂在土墙上的普通的一个灯泡,加上一个像白碗似的 In the high-rise city, I suddenly miss the home village. I seem to see that piece of quartzite open heart, waiting for me to lie in their arms. In the villages, bluestone trails spliced ​​by irregularly shaped blocks of stone may not be uncommon, and the walls on either side are not mixed with earth, but are khaki-colored and uneven in surface. The technique of wall-stacking seems not to be superb, but so To match this bluestone alley. At that time, there was no bright streetlight on both sides of the moon, only a plain light bulb hanging above the wall, a white bowl