村口的老榆树依然在寒风中伫立,向上挺拔的部分已经被削去头颅,向村子里伸展着残枝,完全佝偻了身子,老态龙钟了。树梢上系着一根红布条,在风中随意的舞着,似乎是在保佑着什么。村子里炊烟已经飘起,是落日前的那种,几个在寒风中缩着脖子的人在门口一闪,进了院子。老屋扎在村子中间,在风里萧瑟地站着,这个时候断没有母亲出来相迎的 Old elm trees still standing in the cold wind in the village, the upright part has been cut off the head, to the village stretch stumps, completely unruly body, old age bell. A red cloth tied to the treetops, dancing in the wind, seems to be blessing. Smoke in the village has been floating, is the kind of sunset, a few in the cold wind shrink neck in the door flash, into the yard. Old house tied in the middle of the village, stood in the wind bleak, this time no mother came out to meet