人老了,就越来越念旧,怀念旧的同学和朋友,旧的环境和情景。最近就总是想起那些住在青砖瓦舍的日子。好几次都梦见那一处院子,熟悉而又陌生,按理说应该是我的家。院子就像农家小院,篱笆墙上爬满豆角藤蔓,大槐树上挂着雪白的花串,树阴下有很多间平房瓦舍,房后还有开满荷花的池塘。母亲蹲在池塘边的菜地里摘辣椒。我为家里有很多间的房子而欣喜若狂,一间一间地寻找自己的房间,却总也找不到。于是怅惘地醒来。 Old people, more and more nostalgia, miss the old classmates and friends, the old environment and the scene. Recently I always think of those days living in brick brick shed. Several times I dreamed of that yard, familiar and unfamiliar, arguably should be my home. The yard is like a farmhouse. The fence is covered with beans and ivory. Large white flowers are hung on the trees. There are many cottages beneath the trees and ponds full of lotuses. Mother squatted peppers in the vegetable field beside the pond. I am ecstatic for having a lot of houses in my house, looking for my room one by one, but I can not find it. So woken woke up.