总是忘不掉在香山背后住家的那些日子。那盯住的破屋裸露在野地里,门前是干涸的河道和圆的卵石。很少有来客,不大烧茶。每日煤球炉子竖起的一束“狼烟”。孤孤单单的生死。我的野屋像是被都市和名山遗弃的孤儿。幸好,屋后有一片杂树,用浓浓淡淡的绿润着我,抱着我。那也真算是“小鸟天堂”呢,远远近近的星星点点的,高高低低的。自在、蓬勃、跳跃、戏谑的,都是野鸟儿。寄居香山这一段岁月,最依 You can never forget the days of living behind the Xiangshan. The pounded house was exposed in the wild, with dry rivers and round pebbles in front of it. There are few visitors, not much tea. A beam of “wolf smoke” raised by the briquettes stove every day. Lonely life and death. My wild house is like an orphan abandoned by the city and mountains. Fortunately, there was a miscellaneous tree behind the house, and I was holding me with a touch of green. It really is a “bird paradise,” it is far and near the stars, high and low. Those who are free, vigorous, jumping, joking are all wild birds. Inhabitants of Xiangshan during this period, the most