我有两个家,一个住着日渐年迈,已知天命的父母。另一个,深深地藏在我的心里,在那里,我一直长不大,父母亦不曾老去。在那里,有一座座或新或旧的,四四方方的宅院,整整齐齐地排列在一起,一扇扇朝北的门总是不须关上的。门前的水泥路平整而光洁,甚至有些温润和亲切,我总是喜欢光着脚丫子走在上面,亦或和小伙伴们笑着跑过,总能不经意间看见别家的生活,一样的自然,一样的温馨。那时候我和邻里的小伙伴们放学后就玩游戏,换着地方玩,尽情肆意地玩。玩累了,就在门前花岗岩做的台阶上躺下,滑滑的又凉凉的,背后 I have two homes, a growing old, known destiny of parents. The other, deeply hidden in my heart, where I have not grown up, parents have not been old. There, there is a block or old or new, square box of houses, neatly arranged together, a fan north of the door always do not have to close. In front of the cement road smooth and smooth, and even some gentle and warm, I always like barefoot on the walk, or laughing with friends and ran through, always inadvertently saw other family life, the same natural, The same warmth. At that time, my little friends in the neighborhood and I play games after school, playing for the place, enjoy wantonly to play. Playing tired, lying on the steps made of granite in front of the door, slippery and cool, behind