静静的村庄天空安静,大地安静,这个散落在大山深处,名叫做火保箐的小村庄,安静。正午的村庄,只有阳光洒落地面的声音,以及花骨朵迎风绽放的声音。静静的时光里,多少人走出去,又回来?多少人回来,就再也走不出去?有多少离开的人,还能忆起村庄曾经的似水流年?耳畔是否还会划过最初的那一声啼哭?我们像几瓣落花,轻轻飘进了火保箐。脚步轻轻,呼吸缓慢,生怕打破那个寻根人美好的梦境。空壳的老屋,墙壁斑驳,瓦片凌乱,默 Quiet village sky quiet, the earth is quiet, this is scattered in the depths of the mountain, called the village of fire Baodi, quiet. Noon village, only the sound of the sun shining on the ground, as well as blooming flowers blooming sound. Quiet time, how many people go out and come back? How many people come back, they can not go out? How many people left, but also remember the village once in a lifetime? Crying? We like a few petals, gently floated into the fire Paul. Footsteps gently, breathing slowly, for fear of breaking the roots of those who seek a better dream. Empty shell of the old house, wall mottled, tile messy, silent