我走出院落的时候,阳光和着花瓣软软地铺了一地,下了三天的小雨终于停歇。邻家的孤寡老人提着空水桶一步一颠走得缓慢。我随意坐在门前台阶上,青石板的表面还有雨水的湿气。这是父亲生活的南方小镇,从接到母亲那一通“他病了”的电话起,我来到这里满打满算也一个月了。习惯了吃淘不净的糙米,用柴木烧火,慢 When I walked out of the courtyard, the sun and the petals softly paved the ground, the next three days of light rain finally stopped. Neighborless loneliness old man carrying an empty bucket step by step to go slowly. I am free to sit on the front steps, the surface of the quartzite and rain moisture. This is the southern town where my father lives. From the phone call my mother received, “he is ill,” I came here to fill up a full month. Get used to eating Amoy brown rice, firewood with firewood, slow