暮春时节,树下残花满地。我停下了脚步,伸出手,摸了摸枯旧潮湿的树皮,微微抬起了头。青灰色的天不知何时飘起了雨。远山空蒙,似水墨晕染。已过了草长莺飞的三月,她却只是略施粉黛。走过泥泞的田路,徜徉在青石板路上,我在古旧的小巷中久久停留。雨水顺着发丝滑落下来,模糊了我的双眼,唤回了那远去的记忆。终于回来了啊,好几年了吧!自外婆离开这个小村,我就未曾回来 Late spring season, the tree full of flowers. I stopped and extended my hand, touched the dry, damp bark and raised my head slightly. I do not know when the gray sky floated the rain. Mountains and valleys, like ink blooming. March has passed the grass long warbler, she was just a little impotent Dai. Walking through the muddy fields, wandering on the bluestone road, I stayed in the old alley for a long time. Rain fell down the hair, blurred my eyes, recalling the memory of that gone. Finally came back ah, for several years now! Since my grandmother left the village, I never came back