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最后一次回到老屋是在一个阳光明媚的早晨。或许是冥冥之中的感应,久不回家的我清晨醒来满脑子尽是老屋的记忆,各种久违的人和事一起涌上心头,驱使着我一定要回老屋看看。乘坐的班车缓缓驶离了我生活了多年但仍不属于我的城市,风呼呼地从耳边吹过。远远的,老屋仍旧为我这个浪迹天涯的游子默默守望。推开大门,熟悉的“咯吱”声仿佛妈妈的呼唤,亲切依旧。系着围裙,端着簸箩撒着玉米、吆喝着喂鸡的妈妈的身影却永远也不会回来了。院里的柿子树依然蓬勃地生长着,使劲向墙外伸展着枝叶,根却牢牢固定在院子里。柿子树的叶向四周张开,如大手般庇护着各种知名不知名的小动物;树干上写满了沧桑,爬满了皱纹,百年风雨的浸染,让柿子树俨然成了老屋最好的伙伴,互为倚靠,虽不言语,但彼此早已心灵相通。
The last time I came back to the old house was on a sunny morning. May be somewhere in the induction, long time no home I woke up in the morning full of memories of the old house, a variety of long-standing people and things in my heart, driven me to go back to the old house to see. Slowly take the shuttle bus I have lived for many years but still do not belong to my city, blowing the wind whistling from the ear. Far, the old house is still silently watching me wandering wandering horizon. Open the door, familiar “creak ” sound like my mother’s call, kindly still. Is wearing an apron, carrying the bumpy corn sprinkle, shouting chicken mother’s figure will never come back. The persimmon tree in the courtyard still thrived, vigorously stretching branches and leaves to the outside of the wall, and the root was firmly fixed in the yard. Persimmon tree leaves open to the surrounding, such as the big hand asylum with a variety of well-known unknown animal; tree filled with the vicissitudes of life, covered with wrinkles, centuries of wind and rain disseminated, so that the persimmon tree has become the best old house Partners, rely on each other, although not language, but each other already had the same heart.