苦难幻想曲在我的记忆中,我家盖新房前住的是背靠小山的低矮破旧的瓦房,面积小不说,还阴暗潮湿,就是白天也得开灯。每逢雨天,地板上到处是霉斑,就连衣柜里的衣服也不能幸免。那时候,家里只有一张老式木床(据说是奶奶结婚时用的)、一台21英寸的黑白电视、一辆老掉牙的自行车。睡觉时,一家三口挤在一张床上,这个伸不开腿,那个伸不开胳膊;吃饭时,一人盛一碗,夹点菜端到门口,坐在石凳上吃。 Misery fantasies in my memory, my home before the new house is built in the back of the hill, low shabby tile-roofed, small size does not say, but also dark and humid, that is, have to turn on the lights during the day. Every rainy day, the floor is full of mildew, and even the clothes in the closet can not be spared. At that time, there was only one old wooden bed at home (supposedly used by her grandmother to get married), a 21-inch black-and-white TV and an old-fashioned bike. Sleeping, a family of three squeeze in a bed, this stretch does not open the leg, that stretch can not open arm; meal, one Sheng Sheng bowl, pinch dish end to the door, sitting on the stone bench to eat.