人到中年,我真切地意识到,村庄是属于父辈们的了,它离自己这个年代的人越走越远,就好像自己是在望着一个心爱的人远走的背影,并且这种背影一去不回头。每次回乡,这种感觉在我心里愈来愈烈,尤其是看到家家户户已被搬迁到马路边,先前的村庄即将成为一个空壳之时,我心头总是生出几许落寞,几许忧伤。村庄是温暖的,在孩子的眼里。即使老态龙钟了,或存有残垣断壁,它也是以慈祥的面容来 Middle-aged people, I really recognize that the village belongs to the fathers, it is away from their own people of this age farther away, as if they are looking back at a beloved person back, and this back Do not look back. Every time I return home, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger in my heart. Especially when I see that every household has been relocated to the side of a road, the village is about to become an empty shell. My heart always gives me lonely and sad feelings. The village is warm, in the child’s eyes. Even if deadlocked, or there are ruins, it is also a kind face to