家乡。小院儿。少年。我时时这样想起。每当想起家乡,思绪便不由自主地回到曾经那个小院儿,念及小院儿里的林林总总。哦!还有被遗留在小院儿里少年时的梦!说是小院儿,不大却也不小,占地面积为半亩。小院是上世纪六十年代末父亲的杰作。院子四周由土打墙圈起,院里并不复杂。三间青砖起垛,青石夹心,青瓦盖顶房屋,坐北朝南,由屋檐向前跨出三步,横了低矮的 hometown. Small yard. juvenile. I think of it from time to time. Whenever I think of hometown, my thoughts are involuntarily back to the little yard once, read all the small courtyard. Oh! Still have been left in a small yard boyhood dream! Said small yard, not big but not small, covers an area of ​​half acre. Small courtyard is the father’s masterpiece in the late sixties of last century. The yard surrounded by the soil hit the wall, the yard is not complicated. Three brick stack, bluestone sandwich, green tile roof houses, facing south, from the eave forward three steps, horizontal low