我总是忘不了那陪伴我走过幼稚童年的旧居。当年的旧居早已换了个模样,可再怎么变,都变不了我心中最珍贵的关于旧居的记忆。行走在小贩们青睐的小路上,路两旁两户紧靠的门面之间,一条巷弄让人来不及反应,就映入眼帘。在这狭窄的、曲折的、阴暗潮湿的小巷里迂回几次,那位于深巷之中的朴素房屋就是我的旧居。外墙有些许残破,露出里面的红砖,门外经 I always forget the old residence that accompanied me through the childish childhood. The old residence of that year has long been a change of appearance, but no matter how changed, can not change my heart’s most precious memory of the old residence. Walking in the path favored by hawkers on the road between the two sides close to the facade, an alley made too late to respond, it greeted. In this narrow, twisting, dark and damp alleys roundabout several times, that in the deep lane of the simple houses is my home. Some broken walls, exposing the red brick inside, outside the door