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路旁,早餐点上人影攒动,写有“豆腐脑、油条”的黄色大字招牌在风中舞动着。这一幕,牵引出我尘封于心头的一段情愫,时光瞬间退回到二十多年前的那个小村子……记忆里,那一座座土屋子刻着古老的印记,记录着小村子的过往,那样错落有致,那样质朴自然。一条条土路或宽或窄蜿蜒延伸到各家各户。村里人喜欢种树,尤其是梧桐树,据老人言:梧桐树引凤凰呢!于是,家家户户笼罩在梧桐的“绿雾”里,竟增了一些神秘的色彩。日落西山,夕阳的余晖打在窗棂上一片金黄天边的晚霞还没散去
On the side of the road, breakfast spots on the people save, write “tofu brain, fried dough sticks,” the yellow signboard dancing in the wind. This scene, pulling out my dust enveloped in a sentiment, the moment retreated to that little village twenty years ago ... ... memory, the earth-built house engraved with the ancient mark, record the village’s past, so Patchwork, so simple and natural. A strip of dirt or wide or narrow meandering extends to all households. The village people like to plant trees, especially the plane tree, according to the elderly: Sycamore cited Phoenix! So, every household enveloped in the Indus “Green Fog ”, actually increased some mysterious colors. Sunset Western Hills, the sunset light hit the window on a golden horizon sunset has not dispersed