An old tree sticks out dozens of branches around, nearly half of which are close. Enter. Enter. This dust. Hue. The inside of the cement wall covers the small half of the sky in front of the door of the three great masters.

The fallen leaves that could be seen everywhere on the ground were the same color as the land below, and he had imagined that on that rainy day, the fallen leaves were trampled into the dirt by the rain and the occasional pedestrian, and on a sunny day, in the wind, the dew and the earth came out again, and at the same time it was contaminated with a layer of earth.

When listening carefully every day, you can also feel the chirping of various insects and birds in the surrounding space, which are intertwined to form the nature and tranquility of this countryside.

The second uncle and the second master still sent the two of them from the east of the village to the west, the second master was on crutches, and a group of people did not walk fast, perhaps this dilapidated small village is rarely so popular, higher than the surrounding birdsong.

Standing in front of the iron gate of the second Dajie's house in the west of the village, Zhu Jia was a little embarrassed to let the two elders from his hometown send it down again: "Second master, second uncle, you can send it here." ”

"You've been to Shen Street to play, and then come back, I'll ask your little brother to drive you away when the time comes." The second uncle is still insisting.

"I really don't need the second uncle, I'll leave first with Tiantian." Zhu Jia said with a smile on his face.

"Then you go to worship, be careful on the road." The second uncle said in a thick native accent.

"Second uncle, second master, let's go." Xu Tiantian said goodbye to the two before turning around.

"Every day, I often go here with Kako to play in the future." The second uncle said.

"Okay, okay." Xu Tiantian agreed with a smile.

Zhu Jia waved his hand to the two of them again, and under the jujube tree, Da Jie Ye was still sitting on the small bench, "Uncle, goodbye." Zhu Jia also hurriedly said to him, using the accent of his hometown, he was like a wanderer who left the hometown where he was born and raised again, and the words and expressions came from his purest heart.

He and Xu Tiantian walked up the slope at the entrance of Xitou Village, and he was a little embarrassed to take a second look in the direction of the village, where several elders were still talking: "I didn't believe it when Jiazi came over in the morning, but now the children are growing up very fast. "That is the voice of Da Jieye.

When he walked over, this moment in his mind was full of the road at the entrance of the village, where there were the best times of his childhood, and the pictures kept appearing in his mind, making his heart deeply confused at this moment.

That year, I just remembered, in the early morning of the New Year, with the friends one by one to ask for a small sugar, every family is always full of a large family, the original has not been very good to talk to the big., red, mother, will catch a large handful of small sugar for them. Less than noon, at the three. Big. There was a big table under the jujube tree in front of the grandfather's house, and a large group of people were throwing dice around. In the afternoon, he sat in the hall of Hailang's house and watched his father and the other three people from the village play cards, and several familiar figures sat around them, talking about whose cards were good.

"Let's go from the back of the house." Zhu Jia said.

"You want to go through all the roads in your hometown that you have walked before, I understand, before my house was demolished, I did the same. Dry., too. Xu Tiantian turned his face to look at him.

Behind the house of the second uncle in Dongtou, he also looked at this rice field. At the entrance of Xitou Village, this path is higher and wider than the field stalks, through the dense leaves of the evergreen trees, it is a mature rice field of ginkgo biloba in autumn., golden, yellow, color, etc., far away is the rows of trees planted along the field stalks, river ditches for many years, and the rural space under the blue sky is this green tree. Pack. Wrap around the space under the harvest.

In the middle of this vast rice field, a brick-red hut, after more than ten years of polishing, those external bricks are a little dull, I don't know who built it, for the old man in the village.

In the middle of the overgrown path there is a path formed by a man walking through the grass. Seams, gaps, if he had walked through here in the morning, his trouser legs would have been subjected to a layer. Dew. Beads, right. Grass. There is also a clump of small white flowers, scattered. Dog. Tail. Bar. The grass swayed towards the west where the wind was blowing. Thin. Branch.