翻开书桌抽屉最里面的相册,一张边角泛黄的老相片露出来,尘封的记忆如雨般落下。灰蒙蒙的天,黯淡的底色,整个基调都是阴沉的,横卧着的便是我小时候常住的太婆家的老房子。墨色的山,蜿蜒的小河,泥土堆砌的墙,门前一条半米宽的泥路,路的一边是土墙,一边是桑田,没有什么青砖黛瓦的古韵,不浮夸,不张扬。但我就是爱 Opened the desk drawer inside the album, a yellow corner of the old photos exposed, dusty memories fell like rain. Gray day, dark background, the tone is gloomy, lying down is the old house where I used to live as a grandmother. Ink mountain, meandering river, mud piled wall, half a meter wide mud road in front of the road side of the soil wall, side is mulberry field, there is no ancient blue brick Daiwa rhyme, not exaggerated, do not play. But I am love