老屋夜话灯熄灭后,乡村的夜真静:耳边嗡嗡营营,好像万千的蝉儿嘶鸣后的余音,又好像时光的微尘在飞舞,缭绕不绝。睡不着,习惯了和父亲说说话,其实主要是听父亲说。父亲以前关心国家大事,后来就很少说了。刚开始还是高兴的居多,再后来,每年村里总有几个孩子辍学打工,总有几个乡亲得重病死去,父亲的话题越来越沉重。父亲总是 After the old house night lights go out, the country’s night really quiet: the buzzing camp, as if the sound of thousands of cicadas neighing, but also like the dust of the time flying in the air, endless. Can not sleep, get used to talking to his father, in fact, mainly to listen to his father said. My father used to care about national affairs, and later I rarely said. At first, I was still happy. After that, there were always a few children in the village who dropped out of school every year. There were always a few folks who died of serious illnesses and their father’s topic became heavier and heavier. My father is always