记忆中的姥爷家,坐落在城东一个极隐蔽的巷子里。在小巷的尽头,有一个很窄的院门。院门到底有多窄呢?我孩童时期初学自行车时,歪歪扭扭地总会撞到院门上。家里并不大,大概房子的时间太久,墙被烟熏得泛黄,熏出了岁月的许多痕迹。厨房里烧煤的炉子,总是呛得人眼泪直流。幼年时的我,也总是对那些黑漆漆的蜂窝煤产生浓厚的兴趣,蜂窝煤烧尽后会变成土黄色砖块那样的东西。我那时的一大乐趣,就是捡起堆积在墙角的、蜂窝煤烧尽后留 Grandpa’s home in memory, is located in a very hidden alley east of the city. At the end of the alley there is a very narrow courtyard. How narrow is the gate in the courtyard? When I was a kid in my early childhood, I crashed into the courtyard door crookedly. Home is not large, probably the time of the house is too long, the wall was smoked yellow, smoked out of many traces of years. Coal burning stove in the kitchen, always choke people tears DC. When I was young, I was always interested in those dark briquettes. When the coal briquette was burned, it turned into something like a khaki brick. One of my great pleasures at the time was to pick up the piles of honeycomb that had been deposited in the corner and left behind