1很多时候,一个人一辈子大多就围绕着一个圆心转,这个圆心就是村庄,它如同一个人的命根、魂灵,牵系着人的肉身,让人们在村庄的怀抱里静静地呼吸,不曾离去。我,一个客居异乡的流浪者。从懂事起,就蹒跚着步履,一天天背叛养育自己的衣胞之地。渐次地在外求学,工作,安家。如今,年轮镌刻在不惑岁月刀锋上的我,注定不可能只围绕着一个村庄转,而是两个,三个,甚至是很多个。如风的日子里,我走过许多风雨苍茫的人生路,我在狭小的教书生命索道里辉煌过,得意过,失意过。最终都如过往云烟一般,消失在昨天的记忆 A lot of times, most of my life is centered around a circle, this center is the village, it is like a person’s lifeblood, soul, and human flesh, so that people in the arms of the village quietly breathe, never left go with. I, a homeless wanderer. From the sensible, faltering, treachery one day rearing their own clothing and clothing land. Getting out of school gradually, work, settle down. Nowadays, I, who is engraved on the blade of the indecisive age, is destined not to turn around only one village but two, three or even many. In the windy days, I walked through a lot of wind and rainy lifestyles, I was in a small teaching life brilliance brilliant, proud, disappointed. Eventually as usual, disappear in yesterday’s memory