一种记忆几十年过去了,依然记得我家的那间土墙的老屋,坐落在新桥,安徽中部一个普通的村子里,从我爷爷那个年代,就一直生活在这里,一直生活了近百年。爷爷的样子我已经记得不太清了,在我几岁的时候,爷爷就离开了我们,至于我的奶奶,我从来都没有见过她,爷爷奶奶的人生故事和往事都是在后来的日子里听我父亲和母亲一点一点地讲给我听,讲多了,在我的脑海里,不知不觉中便有了那个年代的画面,是那样的让人留念。我的村庄是一个有故事的地方,这是前几天父亲和我说起的,在很多年前,新桥的大姓并不是周姓,姓 A memory of decades past, still remember my home that wall of the old house, located in Xinqiao, an ordinary village in central Anhui, from my grandfather that time, has been living here, has been living near century. Grandpa look I have not remember too clear, when I was a few years old, my grandfather left us, as for my grandmother, I have never seen her, grandparents life story and past are in later days Listen to my father and my mother told me little by little, say more, in my mind, unconsciously there will be pictures of that era, is so memorable. My village is a story, this is a few days ago, my father and I talked about, many years ago, the bridge’s surname is not the surname surname, surname