每年到姨婆家拜年,那栋老式建筑,灰色的砖上留着几代人儿时嬉闹的痕迹。沉重的木门上,深褐色的纹理犹如老人脸上的皱纹。穿过一条幽深的走廊,顺着楼梯继续往上走,楼板发出轻微的吱呀声,像是低语悠久的历史。转弯处有一扇窗户,阳光从嵌有花纹的五彩磨砂玻璃照射进来,淡淡的、柔柔的……这里曾住有老老少少11口人,祖孙四代同堂,其乐融融。随着生活条件的改善,成家的子女一户户搬出去,只留下两位老人守着老房子。 Every year to the Auntie’s New Year, the old building, gray brick on the trail of children’s fringe generations. Heavy wooden door, dark brown texture like wrinkles on the face of the elderly. Across a deep corridor, follow the stairs and continue to walk upwards. The floor squeaks slightly like a long, whispering history. There is a window at the corner, the sun shines through the embossed multicolored frosted glass, a touch of softness ... Here there are 11 old and young with less than 11 people, four grandchildren and grandchildren live together, enjoyable. With the improvement of living conditions, children of a married family moved out, leaving only two elderly people to guard the old house.