颓墙

所以，十五年了，我还是总得到那古园里去，去它的老树下或荒草边或颓墙旁，去默坐，去呆想，去推开耳边的嘈杂理一理纷乱的思绪，去窥看自己的心魂。

And so , for fifteen years , I had to go to this old park , go under the old trees or next to the neglected weeds or beside the dilapidated walls , sit in silence or think blankly , break through the feelings of chaotic that were all around me , and peep at my soul .