回想起上一次离开家,好像仍是坐在爸爸的单车后座上,双脚由于伸直了就要擦地而微微抬起,这样一路沿着极不平坦的路把爷爷站在树下的身影缩得越来越小。我们的老屋便在那树后。爸爸说,那是他像我这么大的时候和爷爷一砖一瓦地砌起来的,三间房,加一个厨房和小茅厕。都是深红的砖片,就和儿童画里格子花坛的纹路一样,倒是多了些风吹雨打后的斑 Recall the last time away from home, it seems, is still sitting in the back seat of his father's bike, feet straight as it will rub and slightly raised, so along the road along the very uneven Grandpa stood under the tree Shrink smaller and smaller figure. Our old house is behind the tree. Dad said that it was when he was like me, grandfather built brick by brick, three rooms, plus a kitchen and a latrine. Are crimson tiles, and children's drawings in the lines of the same flower bed, it touches more spots after the storm