那天是个晴天，太阳很亮，刘老三把刚从地里挖出的花生装在一个一个的编织袋里，准备拿到西厢房上去晾晒，晒干了好卖几个钱花花，他的心里涌上一丝得意之情。他登上那个上房的小木梯，站在了西厢房的顶上，就望见了村中宋富贵家的三层小楼。那白色的瓷砖，那橘红色的琉璃瓦， That day is a sunny day, the sun is very bright, Lao three just peanuts dug out from the ground in a woven bag, ready to get the West Wing to dry up, dried to sell a few money to spend, his heart A surge of pride He boarded the small wooden staircase on the room, standing on top of the west wing, they saw the village in the three-story small house of wealth. That white tile, the orange-red glazed tile,