周日,午饭刚过,向来拖拉的儿子便催促我和妻子早点出发。一路上,他不停地用手机拍着车窗外的风景。半个多小时后,我们就来到了那个寂静的小山村。岳父家残漆斑驳的木门半掩着,褪色的对联模糊不清。石阶缝中的无名小草探出头,柔弱但坚强。过道里破旧的手推车上落满了灰尘,孤独地倚墙而立。岳父知道我们要回来接他们,正站在坑洼不平的院子里向外张望。一 On Sunday, just after lunch, the son who always hauled me and urged my wife and I to leave early. Along the way, he constantly patted the window with the phone landscape. More than half an hour later, we came to the still mountain village. Father-in-law paint variegated wooden half-covered, fading couplets blurred. The nameless grass in stone stalks stuck out, weak but strong. Dirty trolleys in the aisles were covered with dust and stood alone against the wall. The father-in-law knew that we were going to pick them up and was looking out to the uneven pits. one