在我还很小的时候,老家院子里,正房、偏房、南房的房顶上,目之所及全是鸽子。洁白的,灰色的,灰白的,黑白的,大的,小的,一律干干净净,神清气爽。它们瞪着圆圆的很好看的眼睛,或左顾右盼,接头接耳;或健步行走,独自觅食;或扑扑棱棱,飞起落下;或叽叽咕咕,追逐嬉戏,真是热闹极了。这些鸽子的家,就在老屋的屋檐下,是父亲用秫秸插好又用泥巴糊起来的。以正房屋门为中心向两边延伸, When I was still young, my courtyard, the main room, the partial room, the roof of the south room, the destination and all the pigeons. White, gray, gray, black and white, big, small, all clean, refreshing. They stared at the round, nice-looking eyes, or looked around with their heads and ears, or walked on their feet and foraging alone, or fluttered in the sky and flew down and down; or chattering and chasing and frolicking, it was very lively. The houses of these pigeons, just under the eaves of the old houses, were dusted with straw and dusted with fat. To the main house door as the center extends to both sides,