要不是父亲的多次督促,至今,我或许还不会回老家,更不会见到过去我儿时住过的老屋。我所称呼的老屋,就是我住过的房子,也就才三十多年,按人们普遍的说法,应该还称不上老屋。而我感觉这样称呼,心里舒服,好似是有一种记忆掺杂其中,让人有所留恋,难以忘怀我记得,盖老屋的时间,大约是1976年。当时,这里是一个坑,高低不平,最深的地方有一米半深。父亲找人从远处拉土垫了好多天,才和路北的地面处于一个水平 If not my father’s many urging, so far, I may not be back home, not to see the old house I used to live in childhood. The old house I call, the house I have lived in, has only been in my possession for more than 30 years. According to the common saying of people, it should not be called an old house. And I feel so call, feel comfortable, as if there is a kind of memory doping, people nostalgia, unforgettable I remember, cover the time of the old house, about 1976. At that time, here is a pit, rugged, the deepest part of a meter and a half deep. Father looking for someone to pull earth from a distance for many days, and the road north of the ground at a level