再回到故园已是初春季节,院子里的大枣树在灰白色天空上映着张牙舞爪的模样,迈上满是凹凼的三节石头台阶,推开那扇因受潮而开始腐朽的木门,阳光照进屋里,在满屋飞舞的灰尘中形成一条清晰可见的光路。一切都昭示着这屋子被尘封了许久的历史。离开故园已经八年了,十五年前我提着小小的手提箱,却怀揣整个世界的抱负和希望来到这里时,还是一个不谙世事的年轻人,刚刚开始自已的教书生涯,那时候这院子里的空气 Back to the hometown is already early spring, the jujube tree in the yard in the gray sky with claws claw appearance, onto the full three steps of the Cotai staircase, open the door due to damp and began to decay, sun shining In the house, a clear visible light path was formed in the dust flying over the house. Everything shows the history of the house was dusty for a long time. I have been away from my hometown for eight years. When I brought my little suitcase fifteen years ago, I came here with the aspirations and hopes of the entire world, and I was still an inexperienced young man who just started his own teaching career. The air in this yard