青石板,低瓦房,引我穿过曲折的巷道。这是我梦中的归途,心灵的归途……——题记“老屋快要拆了。”母亲对我说。我抬起头来,看着她凝望窗外的侧脸。我有些惋惜地叹道:“我知道的。”眼前一点点模糊,母亲的脸渐渐幻化为一个老人毫无杂质的笑——那是奶奶,窗外的阳光很柔,抚在她脸上,眼角的纹路如一把打开的折扇。而正年幼的我,在一旁拍着皮球,奶奶口中哼着的童谣,绕心三匝, Green flagstone, low tile floor, lead me through the winding roadway. This is the return of my dream, the return of the soul ... ... - Inscription “The old house is about to demolish.” “My mother said to me. I looked up and looked at her staring at the side of the window. I sighed with regret: ”I know." Blurred in front of her eyes, her mother’s face gradually turned into an old man without any trace of excruciating laughter - it was grandmother, and the sunshine outside the window was very soft, touching her face The pattern of the corner of the eye is like an open folding fan. And I was young, patting the ball on the sidelines, my grandmother mouth humming nursery rhymes, winding three turns,