又是春风绿江南的季节，故居废墟上的草们，却只能在风中瑟瑟作响，丝毫也不打算吐出绿茵了。我便知道，故居是再也不能为我收藏故事，只有我来为故居收藏记忆了。故居其实没有什么值得仔细描绘的特征。在长江三峡中，这种子垒的农家小屋只要有炊烟飘香的地方，就有它们的存在 Spring is the green south of the season, the ruins of the grass on the home, but only in the wind, siren, did not intend to spit green. I know that the former residence is no longer for my collection of stories, only me to collect memories for the former residence. Former residence in fact there is nothing worth describing carefully the characteristics. In the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, the farmhouses of this basement have their existence as long as there is a place where the fragrance of tobacco is smoked