总以为,变的是村子,老的是人。——题记今年的枣树早早落光了叶子,光秃秃的,显得甚是突兀。久久看着那棕黑色的裂开的树皮,眼前就会浮现您的身影。灶台上未洗的搪瓷缸子还在,您却离开了。推开朱红色的厚重大门,阳光透过卷帘射进屋来,我分明看见那棵枣树浓郁的树荫下有您乘凉的身影,穿着宽松的背襟,摇着破旧的蒲扇。 Always think that change is the village, the old is the person. - Inscription This year’s jujube fall early leaves, bare, it is even more abrupt. A long time looking at that brown-black cracked bark, will appear in front of your presence. Unwashed enamel still on the hob, you left. Open the thick red door, the sun shone through the shutter into the house, I clearly see the rich shade of jujube shade your shade, wearing a loose-leafed lapel, shaking shabby palm-leaf fan.