我搬过很多次家,最值得期待的,不是搬进一间新屋子,吸入石灰水与油漆的陌生气息;而是一户人家搬走了,留下他们空空的巢,枝与枝的空隙间还残存几段语言和回忆,孤零零挂在那里,积了薄薄的灰。进屋的时候,会看到搬不走的桌子和柜子,显出一副暮年老人的模样。我知道里头一定会有一些好东西,就像我们离开原来的家时,也不得不留下些什么。幸运的话,前任户主家中会有一个孩子。那样,留下的可供挖掘的宝藏就更多了。某个孩子曾经视若珍宝的东西,由于时光或是别的什么原因,被遗落在这个空空的地方,还是会有机会变成另一个孩子的爱物。这大概也是它们的幸运。桌面上尽是灰尘,灰尘下是玻璃板,压着几张 Instead of moving into a new house and inhaling the strange smell of lime water and paint, I moved many times to look forward to home. Instead, one family moved away leaving their empty nest, branches and branches There are still a few paragraphs between the memory and memories, hanging there alone, plotted a thin gray. Into the house, you will see the table and cabinets can not move, showing a look like old age. I know there must be something good inside, just as we left the original home, we had to leave something. If you are lucky, there will be a child in your former head of household. That way, the more treasures left for digging. What a child once looked like a treasure, because of time or for any reason, was left in this empty place, or have the opportunity to become another child's love. This is probably their luck. The desktop is full of dust, dust is the glass, pressure a few