一从我记事那时起,我们的庭院就充斥了爸爸的吼声。这是个典型的颇具江南特色的四合院子,那扇台门一如既往地向南开着。其它四壁森然耸立着,几扇侧门时而堵死,时而开放,使人想起盗匪盛行的日子里爷爷的所作所为。院墙上方只留下几个不像窗户的孔眼,成群的鸦雀在这里进进出出,如中世纪一座荒废了许多时日的堡垒。爸爸的吼声时时从庭院里响起,震荡得每个角落尘土飞扬。正房与正房互相贯穿着,门与门紧紧相连,我们不用花费多少力气就可以跑遍大大小小各个房间。一有风吹草动,大家便可以在各个房间里蹿来蹿去,商量一些对付人家及对付自己的办法。爸爸的吼声穿墙越壁, From my note onwards, our courtyard filled with my father’s roar. This is a typical quite characteristic of the Sihezi courtyard, the door as usual, open to the south. The other four walls stand tall, a few side doors sometimes blocked, sometimes open, reminiscent of grandpa’s day in the prevalence of banditry. Only a few window-like openings were left above the courtyard wall, where crows of birds entered and exited, as in a medieval fort that had been abandoned for so many years. Father’s roar from time to time ringing from the courtyard, shocks in every corner of the dusty. The main room and the main room run through each other, the door and the door are closely linked, and we do not have to spend much effort to run through every room, large and small. Once there is a sign of trouble, everyone can come and go in various rooms and discuss some ways to deal with others and deal with them. Father’s roar wall through the wall,