小时候,总被牢牢地圈定在一个鲜为人知的小镇上。虽没有严重到足不出户的地步,但也难得自我放逐一下的机会,尤其对于一个孩童,哪怕有可能去30里以外的地方,以那时人们的视野,也算是出远门了。小镇虽小,却也有些历史,有些掌故,还留下了不少青砖黛瓦的老房子,年代也算比较久远了,至少也在百岁上下吧。不知何故,城市意识还没有启蒙的我,那时候就幽然萌芽了一种“好高骛远”的童心志趣,无知中居然对小镇上最高的一幢双层老房子格外青睐、垂涎、情有独钟,还滋生一种莫名的亦真亦幻、亦近亦远的遐想意绪。 As a child, always be firmly defined in a little-known small town. Although not serious enough to stay at home, but also a rare opportunity for self-deportation, especially for a child, even if it is possible to go outside the 30 miles, at that time people’s vision can be considered a long-term goal. Although the town is small, but also some history, some anecdotes, but also left a lot of blue brick Daiwa old house, the age can be more distant, or at least a hundred years old. Somehow, the city has not enlightened me. At that time, you really had a sprouting of “innocence” and innocence in the highest double-story old house in the town, covetous, love There is a soft spot, but also breeds an inexplicable real illusion, but also far away from the imagination.