1我离开刘塘那年十二岁。尽管时隔多年,我大致记得我们家就是一幢老掉牙的小房子,狭长的小院以及一扇笨重而残损的铁门,刘塘的住户大抵如此。我和爸妈以及祖父母五人挤在一幢小房里却是颇温暖的,尤其是冬日里一家人围坐在小院内烤炭取暖的情状。南方的冬日没有雪,只有一股肃杀的寒凉,人们穿着灰扑扑的棉大衣在灰扑扑的街道上往来匆匆,就连祖父养在院子里 I left the age of twelve that year. Although many years later, I generally remember that our family was an old, petite house, a narrow courtyard and a heavy, wrecked iron gate. My parents and my grandparents crowded in a small room of five people is quite warm, especially in the winter family sitting in the courtyard of the charcoal heating. No winter snow in the south, only a chill cold, people wearing a cotton fluttering cotton flutter in the streets fluttering rush, and even grandfather in the yard