木门记得很早以前,在我老家的房子还是低矮的平房时,房子用的是燕灰色的瓦,窗子开得小小的,草籽在瓦片、墙角的缝隙处争抢地盘、抽长。那时我家用的玻璃全都是茶色的,我最喜欢的是镶在门上的那几块。那时的我顽皮成性,跟个窜天猴似的。经常性的,别人家就找上门来向家里人“告发”我。家里人拿我也没办法,为了不让我犯事儿,他们农忙时就把我禁足锁在家。 Wooden door Remember very long ago, when my home house was still low in the bungalow, the house was covered with gray-gray tiles and the windows opened so small that the seeds of grass fought for the site in the crevices of the tiles and the corner. . At that time, my home glass was all brown, and my favorite piece was the one that hung on the door. At that time I am naughty, with a channeling day monkey-like. Often, other people come to the family to find “tell me”. The family took me no way, in order not to let me make a criminal act, they put me banned enough to lock at home when busy.