陪同母亲走近家门,便听到院子里熙熙攘攘,人声鼎沸,饭菜飘香。我知道那是我几个妹妹和弟媳的声音,那是她们最高兴的时刻。她们在准备中餐,等待着母亲和我的到来,这也是我们家的传统,父母走到哪,哪里就是我们的中心。最先迎出来的是那只小白狗,摇头晃脑的样子十分可爱,往返进出,礼貌有加,担当起主人的角色。我环顾一下老宅,跟去年初冬离开时没有什么两样,斑驳的墙壁,失修的圈墙,清冷的庭院,展示着岁月的沧桑,记叙着家族的变迁,伤感之心,怀旧之情,难以言表。去年春天父亲不 Accompanied by his mother approached the house, they heard the yard bustling, voices, food fragrance. I know it is the voice of my sister and sister-in-law, it is their happiest moment. They are preparing Chinese food and waiting for the arrival of their mother and me. This is also the tradition of our family. Where is the place where our parents come from and where are our centers? The first to greet the little white dog, shaking his head and shaking brain looks very cute, round-trip access, politeness plus, take on the role of master. I look around the old house, no different from the early winter last year when left, mottled walls, disrepair of the ring wall, the cold courtyard, showing the vicissitudes of life, chronicles the vicissitudes of family, sad, nostalgic, hard to say table. Last spring, my father did not