新世纪到来的第一个农历春节过后,我买了二十多袋无烟煤和吃食,回到乡村祖居的老屋。我站在门口对着送我回来的妻女挥手告别,看着汽车转过沟口那座塌檐倾壁残颓不堪的关帝庙,折回身走进大门,进入刚刚清扫过隔年落叶的小院,心里竟然有点酸酸的感觉。已经摸上六十岁的人了,何苦又回到这个空寂了近十年的老窝里来。从窗框伸出的铁皮烟筒悠悠地冒出一缕缕淡灰的煤烟,火炉 After the first lunar new year in the new century, I bought more than 20 bags of anthracite and eaten, and returned to the old houses of the village ancestral home. I stood in front of my wife and daughter sent me back waved goodbye, looked at the car turned Mizoguchi dilapidated cliff collapse of the Guandi Temple, turned back into the door, into the just cleaned the next year leaves small Hospital, my heart actually a little sour feeling. Already touched six-year-old man, and why back to the vacant silence of the past decade in the nest. From the window frame out of the metal pipe chimney smoke a long strand of light gray soot, stove