几个月前,我独自搭车去了一趟老宅。大门带着苍老的气息,泛着深深浅浅的斑痕。门槛极高,不知被多少到过的人踩踏过、坐过,磨得中部微微凹陷下去。黄黄的木纹,像一圈圈月光在门槛上扩散浸染开来,凝成了一截化石。许是太久没有打理的缘故,所及之处都是厚重的灰尘,屋顶掉落下来的木屑飘得到处都是。院中衰草落叶更显凄凉。目光扫过墙角却有几株鲜绿,枝头粉艳交映,淡淡的, A few months ago, I was alone to ride a trip to the old house. The door with a old atmosphere, glowing deep, shallow marks. High threshold, I do not know how many people have been trampled over, sat, grinding in the central depression slightly. Yellow wood, like a circle of moonlight on the threshold spread diffuse open, condensed into a fossil. Xu is too long no reason to take care of, wherever it is heavy dust, roof falling wood shavings everywhere. Hospital decay leaves more desolate. Eyes swept the corner there are several strains of fresh green, branches pink Yan Ying, a touch of,