通往童年的那把钥匙,已失落多年了。记忆中的乡村是古朴、宁静的,金黄色的阳光落满整个村庄,一排排老房子在绿树的掩映下,悠然恬淡。房子大都一个模样,墙基用乱石砌成,墙是砖墙,也有夹杂土坯的,外面抺一层白灰。房顶覆青瓦,还有少数则是细鳞小瓦,古老而精致。院墙大都低矮,但门楼却很高,两扇木门与外面相通,极个别的以一道篱笆门代替。有门,就必定得有锁,有锁就得有钥匙。那个时候,门上挂把锁,并非为了防贼,更多的只是一种象征意义,因为每家都穷,根 The key to childhood was lost for years. The memory of the village is simple, quiet, golden sunshine over the entire village, rows of old houses in the shade of trees, leisurely tranquil. Most of a house look like, wall-based stone with a puzzle, the wall is a brick wall, there are mixed adobe, 抺 a layer of lime outside. Roof covered with green tiles, there are a handful of fine scales are small tiles, old and delicate. The courtyard walls are mostly low, but the gatehouse is very tall, with two wooden doors connected with the outside, very few with a fence door instead. There is a door, it must have a lock, you have a key lock. At that time, the door hanging lock, not to prevent thieves, more of a symbolic, because each is poor, root