白墙黛瓦,与小巷青苔一样是我心中的印迹。一样弧度的瓦一块块相叠,一块块相接,搭成屋顶、飞檐,乍一看,有如黑色的波浪袭来。每逢下雨,雨水汇集在瓦面的凹处,细细地流下来,不紧不慢,滴滴入土,多么和谐!黛瓦,这样称呼它或许太文雅了,我们都叫它老瓦。老瓦的出现有些年头了,但我不知它能不能算作 White wall Daiwa, like alley moss is my heart imprinting. The same curvature of the tile blocks stacked one on another, block by block, made of roofs, cornices, at first glance, like a black wave hit. Every rain, rain pool in the concave surface of the tile, flowing down carefully, slow, dripping earth, how harmonious! Daiwa, so called it may be too elegant, we call it the old tile . The emergence of the old tile some years ago, but I do not know whether it can be counted as