那本是座荒废了的宅院,青灰色的砖墙露出孤零零的砖角,色质不一的泥沙残迹附在砖的表面。老宅的一面有一扇雕花的木窗,踮起脚尖可以望见从天窗漏下的光影,无数碎屑尘埃在这束光里飞舞,飞花碎玉般在那些木制的陈设上投下了影。我到底没能看清里面陈设的轮廓,想必是岁月磨尽了它们的棱角。爬山虎从黛瓦上倾泻而下,染绿了大半的青砖墙。院子里各种不知名的植物生得枝繁叶茂,唯有一株梅是我认得的。在木窗同侧的院墙上,有一扇木门,大概只有四五尺高,却腐朽得不成样子,暗黑的色泽仿佛深入 That was a deserted house, with gray brick walls showing solitary brick corners, and the remnants of sediment of varying color attached to the surface of the brick. The old house has a carved wooden window on one side, tiptoe to see the light falling from the skylight, countless debris dust flying in this beam of light, flying jade-like cast upon those wooden furnishings. In the end I could not see the outline of the furnishings inside, presumably years of wear and tear of their edges and corners. Parthenocissus pouring down from Daiwa, dyed most of the green brick wall. A variety of unidentified plants in the yard flourish, and only one plum is what I recognize. In the wooden window on the same side of the courtyard walls, there is a wooden door, about only four or five feet high, but decadent appearance, dark color, as if in-depth