夏日的一场暴雨,老家来电话说:老屋,塌了。我一时无语。尽管老屋于我,已无现实的意义,我仍然闷闷不乐好多天。我知道,老屋已经连着一种生活、一个童年、一个更悠远的遐想,深深埋在我的心里,形成割不断扯不清的情感血脉。这种血脉的力量之强,不管我走得多远,离开多久,都挣不脱。这种血脉,注定我绕不过老屋,不管它以何种形式存在。草色入帘,苔痕上阶,雕窗木棂已朽,天井厅堂成蛛网巢城,然仍有一股灵秀气弥漫……这就是老屋。江南长大并有一定年龄的 A heavy summer rains, home phone to say: old house collapsed. I am speechless Although the old house on me has no real meaning, I still feel depressed for many days. I know that the old house has been linked to a life, a childhood, a more distant reverie, deeply buried in my heart, the formation of cutting inextricable emotional blood. The strength of this bloodline, no matter how far I go, how long to leave, can not escape. This vein, destined to me around the old house, no matter what form it exists. Grass color into the curtain, the upper order of the moss, wood carving window has been decadent, patio hall into a nebula nectar, but there is still a spirit filled with diffuse ...... This is the old house. Jiangnan grew up and have a certain age