看着眼前熟悉又陌生的一切,他早已经不记得这是在上辈子还是这辈子,他已经有三十余年没有回过这里了,从他踏出这里的那一刻起他就再也没有回来过。作为一个成功的企业家,他认为不该和这个贫瘠的土地有任何关系。在三十年的时间里,他去过很多地方,却在即将离世的最后时分回到了这片生养他的土地,这个在三十年之后依旧不曾有过多少改变的穷乡僻壤。他走到那棵一如既往地歪着脖子的老柳树前。老柳树似乎正在注视着远方,如他当年离开这里之时,母亲也这般握着双手倾斜着身子,用一双已经不再清澈的眼睛看着他,那张过早开始变老的脸庞始终带着浓浓的不舍和担忧。 Looking at all familiar and unfamiliar, he had already remembered it was in his last life or in his life, he had not returned here for more than thirty years, and he never came back from the moment he took this place Too As a successful entrepreneur, he thinks it should not have anything to do with this barren land. He has been to many places for thirty years, but returns to the land where he was raised, at the last minute of his death, a backcountry that has not changed much after thirty years. He went to the old willow, as always, his neck crooked. The old Willow seemed to be looking out into the distance, and as he left the year, Mother tilted his hands so clutched, looking at him with a pair of no longer clear eyes, the prematurely aged face always with With thick dismay and worry.