上个世纪90年代,距离现在似乎很遥远,但那段日子的记忆并不因为时间的久远渐显模糊,却因生活的艰辛,历历在目。现在回首这段艰辛的岁月,就像打开一坛陈年老酒,酒味醇厚,回味无穷。90年代,我们一家还挤在茅屋里。那时村里楼房不多,茅屋也很少见,大多是瓦房。我很不喜欢自家茅屋,光线不好,地方小,尤其夏天爱招蚊子。那些蚊子跟残忍的敌人似的, In the 90s of last century, it seems far away from now. However, the memory of those days did not become vague due to the passage of time, but because of the hardships of life, it vividly appeared. Looking back at this difficult time now, it is like opening an altar of aging wine with rich alcoholic and memorable tastes. In the 90’s, our family was still in the hut. At that time, there were not many buildings in the village, and huts were rare, mostly in tile houses. I do not like my own hut, the light is not good, the place is small, especially in the summer, I love mosquitoes. Those mosquitoes are cruel enemies,