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1又看到了久违的青瓦。看到了青瓦,就会想起童年的乡下,那些已记不住年代的寒暑假。瓦,是老家,是童年的一个极重要的分叉。水塘边,清水之下,碧草之上,一块块残破的瓦片,在水面削出的一串串涟漪,串缀了一个我们完整的童年。在一群大大小小的脚印簇拥下,我们的瓦片,下面是火,上面是知了,青烟香味,焙熟了一个又一个夏天。秋天的瓦檐里,手电的光亮中,麻雀探着头。楼梯上,马肩上,我们掏着喜悦。可麻雀很生气,不让它自由地住在瓦檐下,不两天就会“气”死。瓦片,是童年的底片,能冲洗出许多令人难以忘怀的旧事。
1 saw a long absence of blue tiles. When you see the green tile, you will think of the childhood of the country, those who can not remember the summer and winter holidays. Watts, is home, is a very important childhood fork. Pond side, under the water, green grass, a piece of broken tiles, cut in the water string of ripples, strung a full of our childhood. Embraced by a group of large and small footprints, our tiles, below the fire, the above is known, smoky fragrance, baked one summer after another. In the fall of the eaves, the flashlight flashlight, sparrow exploration head. Stairs, the horse shoulder, we dig the joy. May sparrow is very angry, do not let it live freely under the tile eaves, not two days will “gas ” die. Tiles, childhood film, can wash out a lot of unforgettable old things.