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我记事后的第一个家,是外婆那幢老房子,红砖水泥,满是乡土气息。那时候的我,疯疯癫癫像个男孩,一头利落的短发,皮肤黑不溜秋,门牙在阳光的照射下,成了全身上下唯一的“亮点”。我和附近的孩子总是三五成群,早上出去,玩上一整天,晚上回家挨一顿臭骂。有一个地方,我们怎么去也不厌。是在小镇口,有一个土坡,杂草丛生,隐约露出一级级石阶。石阶上面是一栋精致的木屋——至少在我眼中是这样的。木屋里开了个小店面,里面的木架子上,摆放着一罐罐五颜六色、闪闪发亮的泡泡糖。那年头,镇上没什么杂货店,这泡泡糖就像一颗颗璀璨的明星,让我们这
My first home after the memo, grandma is the old house, red brick cement, full of local flavor. At that time, I am crazy like a boy, a neat short hair, black skin is not slippery autumn, the incisors in the sunshine, became the only “bright spots” above and below the body. The children in and around me always come in groups of thirty, go out in the morning, play all day and go home tonight. There is a place where we do not tire of it. Is in the town mouth, there is a slope, overgrown with weeds, vaguely exposed a stone steps. Above the stone steps is a fine wooden house - at least in my eyes. Wooden house opened a small storefront, inside the wooden shelf, placed a jar of colorful, shiny bubble gum. That year, there is no grocery store in the town, this bubble gum is like a shining star, let us