至今,我还念念不忘少时在乡下夜里听雨的闲趣,老屋白墙灰瓦,岌岌可危,囿于生活捉襟见肘,贫不胜言,未能翻修。雨下大一点,屋里到处漏雨,父亲找来竹竿顶漏雨的地方,母亲搬来脸盆或水桶充当救兵。有时候我和兄弟的床榻上方漏雨,父亲就用塑料薄膜搭在蚊 So far, I still miss the slightest time in the country night to listen to the rain of the idle, old white walls and gray tiles, precarious, 囿 in life hard-pressed, impoverished, failed to renovate. Bigger under the rain, the house leaks everywhere, his father came to the top of the bamboo leaking place, the mother moved to the basin or bucket as a rescuer. Sometimes my brother and my bed leaking over the couch, my father lays the plastic film on the mosquito