他起床的时候,天边刚刚泛起一丝亮光,院子里的边边角角都在酣甜地沉睡着。他看不清它们的样子,但他还是逐一地走过去,摸摸正房的窗棂,去年的油漆味还直往鼻孔里钻。他一步一步地迈下了台阶,能感受到其中两块砖的新鲜。不用睁眼他就能摸到天井南边的那棵大榕树,每个枝杈上面似乎都有他顽皮的足迹。他最舍不得的是天井北边的那口水 When he got up, the horizon was just gleaming, and the corner of the yard was sleeping sweetly. He could not see their way, but he went one by one and touched the window of the main house. Last year’s paint smell went straight to his nostrils. Step by step he stepped on the stairs and felt the freshness of two of the bricks. Without a look, he can touch the big banyan tree to the south of the patio, and every branch seems to have his naughty footprint. He is the most reluctant to saliva that north of the patio