三十多年来,我回老家不下百次。虽然村口的那两棵老栎树已经消失,但在我的感觉中,她们仍高高地挺立着,对我诉说着什么。而当我站在村口,向她们生长的地方望去,那片已经长满杂草的空阔,撒满了我的惆怅。那两棵老栎树是村庄最高大的树。我不知道她的年龄,村里人也不知道是谁种下的,人 Thirty years, I returned to my home no less than a hundred times. Although the two old oak trees at the entrance to the village disappeared, in my senses they stood tall and told me what to say. And when I stood at the entrance of the village, looking toward the place where they were growing up, the piece of grass that was already covered with weeds was full of my melancholy. The two old oak trees are the tallest trees in the village. I do not know her age, the village people do not know who planted, people