我从小就住在乡下,村子里一律都是鱼鳞瓦的矮房。天显得格外空旷,似乎比城里的天更加高。每家每户都有后院,我家的院子里却特别地多出了一口古井。这口井常年开着,就算不下雨也不干涸,井里的水特别清。乡亲邻里总是隔三岔五地来这儿打水,家里人也不计较。我,姐姐,还有弟弟,总是对这口古井很感兴趣。每当打水的铁桶“哐当哐当”地响起来,我们仨就急急忙忙地往楼下跑,争着想看看这古井 I grew up in the country from childhood, the village is always small fish-watt tiles. The sky was especially open and seemed to be taller than the city itself. Each household has a backyard, but my family’s yard is particularly extra than an ancient well. The well was open all year round, and even if it did not rain it did not dry up, and the water in the well was clear. The folks in the neighborhood always come here and draw water at intervals of three points, and the family members do not care about it either. I, my sister, and my brother are always very interested in this ancient well. Every time we hit the iron drum “哐 哐 哐 当” ringing, we 仨 hurriedly ran downstairs, vying to see this ancient well