很小的时候,我们的家是一个土砖屋。让我最不能忘怀的是朝北山墙上那扇小小的方窗。那窗极高。那时的我从窗内望出去,见到的是一片灿烂的天空,宛若人的心境、舒坦开朗。有一天,我好奇地问母亲,窗外的世界是谁的?母亲摸了摸我的头,不假思索地 At a young age, our home is a brick building. What I can not forget is the small square window on the northern gable. That window is very high. At that time I looked out the window to see a brilliant sky, just like people’s mood, comfortable and cheerful. One day, I asked my mother curiously, who was out of the window? Mother touched my head and thoughtlessly