它回来了。带着秦淮河的雨,带着江南乌衣小巷野花的芬芳,清晨在檐下啼鸣,啼声婉转凄清。它仿佛有些失落,那些年总是独宿孤栖,跟我的处境有些相似。妻儿远在外地,父亲寂寞去了养老院。家里只我一人,白天为生活在外头奔波,夜里火烛黄卷形影相吊,孤单清冷。偶尔家人相聚就显得异常热闹,这时候它的一家也不期而至,欢快地在院子里翻飞啼鸣。可是这样的时光并不多,更多的是我们的相伴, It is back. With the Qinhuai River rain, with the fragrance of wildflowers in Wudai lanes in the south, crowing in the early morning under the eaves, cry mildly desolate. It seems a bit lost, those years are lonely solitary habitat, somewhat similar with my situation. His wife and children far away in the field, his father lonely to the nursing home. I am only a person at home, outside during the day to run around in the night, burning yellow cliche shadow hanging, lonely cold. Occasionally, the family get together unusually lively, this time one of its also unexpected, happy to whistling in the yard. But this time is not much, more of our companionship,