十一长假,妻子携女儿出门旅游去了。我一人在家,实话说颇感惬意,于是像收破烂一样开始沿着老城的街道、山墙、房子,去收拾记忆了。当我路过小时候住过的旧街区、老房子,捏两张照片,一股熟悉或者说腿脚拽动了熟悉,不由自主地走进这栋房子北边的厕所。说是厕所,实际是 Eleven holiday, his wife went out to travel with her daughter. When I was at home, I was quite comfortable with the truth, so I started to tidy up the memories of the streets, gables and houses of the Old City like a junk. When I passed the old neighborhood where I was a child, the old house, pinch two photos, a familiar or legged move familiar, involuntarily into the toilet in the north of the house. That is the toilet, the actual is