一初冬的一个黄昏,十四岁的我站在王家大院门口,望着瓦楞上一株当风瑟瑟的枯草,脸上一片茫然。站在青石板铺成的巷道里,我努力想象,想把这座深宅大院的昔日辉煌还原。四周寂寂,夕阳撒余晖在房角。一株掉光叶子的树上栖息着两只乌鸦,“呀——”地叫那么一声,感到无尽的凄凉。十四岁的我想象力苍白,我的思维只能凝固在眼前,无法穿越往昔。我感觉寒意深深。一扇门“吱呀”一声大开,屋里颤巍巍地走出一个老太太,她用浑 One early winter a dusk, I was 14 years old standing in front of the Royal Courtyard, looking at the corrugated on a windy hay, his face blankly. Standing in the paved roadway of the bluestone, I tried hard to imagine that I wanted to restore the former magnificence of this deep courtyard. Around the silence, the sunset scattering in the corner of the room. Two crows perched on a tree with fallen leaves, “Yeah -” and called out so soon, feeling endless desolation. Fourteen years old, my imagination pale, my mind can only freeze in my eyes, can not pass through the past. I feel chill deep. A door “squeak ” soon, the house trembling out of an old lady, she muddy