寒假里的一天,我和父母到了松阳的一个古村——西坑村,认识了一们守村老人。刚走进古村落,那位老人就映入了我的眼帘:他手握一根被熏得黑黑的烟管,身披一件洗得发白的大衣,少得可怜的枯发染上了点点花白,额头上刻着一道道皱纹,目光威严又不失慈爱。我一直好奇地打量着那位老人,直到爸爸的话打断了我的思路:“沈艺,你看,那边的房子里有一个很大的锅!”说罢,他将手指向一间土灰色外墙的小屋。我漫不经心地应了一声,向小屋走去。意外的是,那位老人也跟着我门的脚步来到小屋前。直到他走进那间小屋,我才发现,他竟然是那家的主人! One day in the winter vacation, my parents and I went to an ancient village of Songyang - Xikeng Village and met some of the old people in the village. Just walked into the ancient village, the old man came to my eyes: he smoked a pipe smoked dark, wearing a white coat, poor dry hair stained A little gray, his forehead engraved with a road wrinkles, dignified eyes without losing love. I was curiously looked at the old man, until my father’s words interrupted my train of thought: “Shen Yi, you see, there is a big pot over there! ” He finished his hand to a Gray earth exterior hut. I casually crouched and walked to the cottage. Unexpectedly, the old man followed the steps of my door and came to the hut. Until he walked into the hut, I realized that he turned out to be the owner!