黄泥房厨灶南面的水井上瓷片镶嵌的年份数字被沙埋着,拨开看,上世纪的字仍水水地醒着。我没有经历1987这个年份,关于黄泥房的建造史,没有文字与图像注释。当年我的祖父们如何将软黏黏的黄泥扶成近十米的高墙筋骨;又是如何将瓦砾在椽子上铺叠成一个盛大而狂欢的排比句,梳理着江南绵绵无尽的雨水?这和阿房宫的建筑过程是同一个难题,没有眼睛参与的事件,无法在经验的思维中杜撰。我只知道,作为村里有威望 Wong Nai Fang kitchen stove south of the water wells on the porcelain mosaic figures were buried in sand, aside, the words of the last century is still awake. I did not experience 1987 this year, on the history of the construction of Wong Nai Fang, no text and image annotations. How did my grandfathers help the soft sticky yellow mud to nearly ten meters of high walls and bones? How did the rubble pile up on the rafters into a grand and carnival parade, combing the endless rain of the south? This and A Fang Gong building process is the same problem, there is no eye involved in the incident, can not be fiction in the experience of thinking. I only know that as a prestige in the village