爷爷家的旧房子要拆迁了,一日和爸爸去了老屋。老屋蜗居在众多摩天大厦间,从那条窄窄的旧弄堂口望去,看得见香港广场里进进出出的时髦男女;听得见能辨出音质好坏的名牌汽车喇叭声。推开弄堂深处那扇重重的黑漆大门,我仿佛听见它的叹息——是我们不断改善的生活环境,使它变得衰 The old house of the grandfather’s house was to be demolished. He and his father went to the old house one day. The Old House dwells among the many skyscrapers. From the narrow, old laneway, one can see the fashionable men and women entering and exiting the Hong Kong Plaza; the brand-name car horns that can discern sound quality are heard. Pushing through the heavy black lacquer door in the depths of the alley, I seem to hear it sigh - it is our constantly improving living environment, which makes it become bad