那是一个春雨浸透的日子,柚子花香夹杂着空气中的潮湿和温润弥漫在土楼内外的每一个角落。沿着那条苔痕遍布的小路,我一遍遍地告诉自己,其实早就应该打点这些将被遗忘的记忆去感受一种苍老,以及苍老后的年轻。(一)门,千年不变的渡口我曾在一幅油画上看到这样一个图景:小舟斜横,苇草摇曳,宽大的木搭渡口历经一天的喧闹之后归于坦然和沉默,西天有霞光一抹……土楼的门让我想起了那个夕阳下的渡口,沉默中吐纳着千年的风尘岁月。同游的学识渊博的老者,倚立在宽厚的门柱上眺望远方。远山葱茏,连绵起伏的山丘似在拟 It was a day soaked in spring rain, grapefruit mixed with the smell of moisture and moist in the air filled every corner of the earth building inside and outside. Along the path covered in that moss, I told myself over and over again, in fact, should have been doting these memories will be forgotten to feel a kind of old, and young after the old. (A) the door, the same millennium ferry I have seen in a painting such a picture: boat ramp, reed swaying, wide wooden take the ferry After a day of noisy attributed to calm and silence, Western days have a touch of light ... Earthen door reminds me of the ferry at that sunset, breathing in the dust of the millennium years. With the travel of knowledgeable old man, leaning on the generous goalpost overlooking the distance. Mountains lush, rolling hills like in the proposed