推开大门,眼前的杂草肆虐地匍匐在院里,房屋破败不堪,似那年过花甲的老妪,怕是风一吹就得打哆嗦。没了长辈们轰隆隆的麻将声,没了孩子们飞奔时的喘息声与铜铃一般的笑声,昔日的喧闹在时间的河床里沉寂了,就像流水淹没了礁石。的确,我们家成了当地有名的钉子户。我的奶奶老糊涂了,她一如既往地静静靠在摇椅上,痴痴地凝视着空落落的老巷,嘴里一直低声支支吾吾道:“都走了,走了……可我……想守着这儿,守着……”也许这是她最后的执念 Open the door, the front of the raging grass prostrate in the yard, the dilapidated houses, like that year spent the old Mau, fear is the wind had to shiver. Lost the thunderous mahjong elders, not when the children run away breathing and copper bells in general laughter, the old noisy in the time of the river bed silence, just like water flooded the reef. Indeed, our family has become a well-known nail house. My grandmother was confused, as always, she quietly resting on the rocking chair, journeying staring at the empty lanes alley, his mouth has been whispered my way: “All gone, gone ... but I ... ... want to guard here, guarding ... ”Perhaps this is her last obsession