我提了根树枝,扒拉着地上的土,一只黄色的卷尾巴狗就翘着脑袋看我。我嘘了一声,嘴里发出“得得”的呼唤声,它低下头,慢条斯理地跑过来,嗅我的脚尖,但眼神里还有狐疑,一会儿放下心来,乖乖地伏下身子,叫我摸它的头,一会儿就欢快地摇起尾巴来。它是老房子前的一条狗,老房子是我出生的长到四五岁的光景,父亲因为工作调动,就搬到城区了。那时老房子还很大,我们一群小玩伴,围着它手拉手跑圈圈,玩编花篮,好像怎么都跑不完一圈。屋檐前常有聪明的麻 I picked up the root branch, took the soil on the ground, a yellow curly tail dog looked up at me. I shouted, the mouth of the “get ” call sound, it bowed his head and ran slowly, sniffing my toes, but there is suspicion in the eyes, while calm down, obediently volt sub body, Call me touch it head, while a moment to shake the tail happily. It is a dog in front of the old house, the old house was born I was four or five years old, my father moved to work because of the city. At that time the old house is still very large, a group of our little playmates, around it hand in hand circle, play baskets, it seems like how to run endlessly. Eaves are often clever hemp before