七岁之前,我一直住在老家。那是一座由石头砌成的瓦屋,朴素得连石灰都没有刷上。经过雨水长年累月的冲刷,灰暗的石头间长出了暗绿色的苔。那所房子在一条散发着朴素宁静气息的街道上。那样狭长的街道,一辆汽车也只能很勉强地通过。家家户户的房子不高,却都有院子,种着未经修剪的竹子、昙花、仙人掌,或者 Before I was seven, I had been living in my hometown. It was a stone-built tile house, simple and even lime did not brush. After years of rain and scouring, dark, dark green moss grows between the stones. The house was on a quiet, tranquil street. That narrow street, a car can only be reluctantly passed. Every household has a low house, but all have a yard with uncut prunus bambusa, epiphyllum, cactus, or