喜欢小时候的石岗村。那时候,家在村子的最后一间房。饭厅的窗户外,时不时摇曳着狗尾巴草不惹人爱的姿态。喇叭花也会冷不丁地爬到窗柩上,玫红的,还有紫。一条小土路在窗外的石头碎里浅浅躺。杂草丛生的这头,数落着那头的夏天又结了满架的丝瓜。父亲好美食,每每骑车从海安下班归来的黄昏,都会带回不少渔民刚捕获的海鲜。倒腾得差不多的时候,发现唯缺蔬菜。于是,拖鞋一迈,手直接伸去丝瓜架,用他那巨大的力气摘俩丝瓜切 Like a child’s stone village. At that time, home in the village’s last room. Outside the dining room window, from time to time swaying dog tail grass does not attract people’s love gesture. Daffodil will climb to the window without any problem, Rose, purple. A small dirt road in the window broken stone lying shallow. Overgrown this head, the end of the summer with the end of a full rack of loofah. Father’s good food, often riding from the MSC back to work at dusk, will bring back many fishermen just captured seafood. Almost the same time, found only lack of vegetables. So, a pair of slippers, hands directly reach the loofah rack, with his great strength to pick two loofah cut