曾多少次翻开地图,找寻出生和成长的地方;又曾多少次从妈妈的回忆中,想象描绘故居的一幅幅画面。在一个晨光熹微的早晨,卡车来得很急,在匆匆的人群中,我连小院都没来得及看一下,便离开了故居。对故居的记忆虽斑斑驳驳,但对故居的小院却似乎印象深刻。小院的南边有一片浓郁的丝瓜藤。夏日的午后,烈日当空,而我却在 How many times have you opened the map to find places of birth and growth; and how many times have you painted a picture depicting the former residence from your mother’s memories? In a dawn morning, the truck came in a hurry, in a hurry of people, I did not even have time to look at the yard, they left the former residence. Although the memory of the former residence of mottled split, but the small courtyard of the home seems to be impressed. South of the courtyard has a rich loofah vine. In the summer afternoon, the hot sun is empty, and I am there