母亲总说,这世上最好的地方就是家。我不这么想。最早的时候,我的家在大院中,里外两间的平房里。我记得小院里的槐花香,记得在大树下跳皮筋时唱的儿歌,记得母亲在公用的自来水龙头下洗一大盆的衣服,父亲在家门前的空地上刨木板做家具。那时候我对家的理解就是小院里那间挂着竹 Mother always said that the best place in the world is home. I do not think so. The earliest time, my home in the compound, both inside and outside the bungalow. I remembered the scent of Sophora japonica in a small courtyard, remembering the children’s songs sung while jumping under the tree, and remembering that my mother washes a large basin of clothes under a public faucet, and my father planed wood in the open space in front of the house to make furniture. At that time, my understanding of my home was hanging bamboo in a small courtyard