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每年除夕那日的早上,母亲絮絮叨叨地总会再次交代我,你今天可是能回去把老家屋子给打扫一下呢?“好啊,好啊,妈。早饭后我就回去。”我知道母亲恋旧,逢年过节,总是不停地催我们做小的回家去照看一下老家的屋子。老家在离城十多公里的小山村,叫杨梅岽。村子不大,才20多户人家,近些年,零零星星地还搬走了几家。我家在水口东边的坡上,坐北朝南,是一座拥有天井的二层楼房,土木结构四扇三间,天井里有一株虬枝沧桑的老桂树,是八月桂,花
On the morning of the New Year’s Eve each year, my mother will always talk about me again and again, but can you go back and clean the house today? “Well, well, Mom, I’ll go back after breakfast.” "I know Mother love old age, festivals, always urging us to do a small home to take a look at the home’s house. Hometown in more than ten kilometers from the village of small hill, called bayberry 岽. The village is small, only more than 20 households, in recent years, sporadic also moved a few. My house on the east side of the mouth of the slope, facing north, is a two-story house with a patio, civil architecture, four three, there is a courtyard in the vicissitudes of old laurel branches, is August Laurel, flowers