当抬头看见那扇敞开的铁门,我会心一笑……韩爷爷家与我家隔门相望,以前,我们两家的邻里关系一直很和睦,不论谁家腌菜、腌肉、杀猪……总会先给对门送些去。可是,几年前两家因为修路产生了争执,各家都希望少让些地,于是吵得不可开交。此后两家断了来往,但从门缝中我时常瞥见韩爷爷,满头白发,比往日消瘦、憔悴了许多……不知从何时起,村里家家户户流行订牛奶,每家门前都安装了一个小木箱。但这似乎只是一种摆 When I looked up at the open iron door, I would have a heart smile ... ... Grandpa Han and my house across the door, before, the relationship between our two neighbors has been very harmonious, no matter who pickles, bacon, killing pig ... Always give the door first. However, a few years ago, two disputes arose because of road construction, and each hoped to make less land, so fights. Since then the two broke off, but from the cracks I often catch a glimpse of Grandpa Han, white hair, thinner than the past, haggard many ... ... I do not know since when the village every family set milk, every door installed A small wooden box. But this seems to be just a pendulum