小时候的村庄,房子是破的,稻草和小瓦片铺的屋顶上常常会漏下一点阳光。路是窄的,高低不平,一下雨,路上就全是泥浆,赤脚踩下去,烂泥就从脚趾缝里钻出来。房子的后面藏着一排露天粪坑,脏脏的,臭臭的,旁边居然会有一丛很漂亮的花,可我,一直不知道那花叫什么名儿,粪坑那地方,小孩子是几乎不去的……在村庄里转悠,哪家的房前屋后都有好看的树和花,有一些绿绿的藤条直接从矮小的平房顶上垂下来,一 The village was a small village, the house was broken, straw and little tiled roof often miss a little sunlight. The road is narrow, rugged, it rains, the road is full of mud, barefoot on the go, the mud from the toes in the seam drilled out. Behind the house hidden rows of opencast pits, dirty, stinky, next to actually there will be a very beautiful flower, but I do not know what it is called children, cesspool that place, little children are almost Go ... ... wandering in the village, which house front have beautiful trees and flowers, some green rattan hanging directly from the top of the small cottage, one