用不了几天,我生活了二十几年的老屋,就要封存在我的记忆中了。因为再过两年,我和我的乡亲们将搬进高高的楼房,开始城市人的生活。老屋的点点滴滴,在行止将葬的这些日子,一一闪了光华,浮现在我的面前,令我视如珍宝般;而先前,我却是那样无视它们的存在。甚至,讨厌它们走进我的视觉。青砖红瓦,窄窄的玻璃窗,木质的门框,门框外托架两扇防盗门,这就是我家老屋现在的样子。它建造于上世纪七十年代中期,从最初的麦秸覆盖房顶,到今天的红瓦盖顶,它像一个矛盾的浑然体,既古朴,典雅, Within a few days, I lived in my old house for twenty years and was sealed in my memory. Because in another two years, me and my folks will move into tall buildings and begin to live in urban areas. The old houses dribbled and brushed the brilliance of each of these days when they were about to be buried before me, leaving me as jewels; but in the past I was ignoring them. Even hate them into my vision. Brick red brick, narrow glass windows, wooden door frame, door frame outside the two security doors, which is my home now look. It was built in the mid 70s of last century, covering the roof from the earliest straw, to today’s red tile roof, it is like a paradoxical body, both simple, elegant,