屋顶的青瓦,被山间风雨打磨得越发光滑了;檐下的风铃,被林间清风摩挲得越发清脆了;屋旁的石径被各色鞋履踩踏得越发平整了。岁月流逝间,我童年的庇护者———青瓦房,染上了时光刻下的沧桑。那是一间极老的房子,有模糊的石雕,有斑驳的墙面,有绕满篱笆的绿色的爬山虎,还有记录了青瓦房的时光的苍劲的银杏。最耀眼的是那青碧的瓦片,盈盈地立在屋顶,眺望着游子回家的路。 Green roof tiles, polished by the mountains more and more smooth slippery; under the eaves of the wind chimes, was more crisp forest breeze friction was more; the stone path around the house was stamped on all kinds of shoes more and more smooth. Time goes by, my childhood shelter - Green tile house, infected with the vicissitudes of time carved. It was an extremely old house with fuzzy stonework, mottled walls, green ivy around a fence, and vigorous ginkgo, which recorded the time of a green tile house. The most dazzling is that blue green tile, Yingli stand on the roof, overlooking the way back home.