小时候,家住在小城的最东隅,一片铁路家属区内。家门前,是一个砖厂,是由一群光头、穿灰色囚服的劳改人员,在那里挖土烧砖,每一年、每一天,伴随着机器轰鸣,人声鼎沸,我的童年时光也就充满了勃勃的生机。因为经年累月的取土,这里很快就形成了一个大坑。春天来临的时候,刚刚下过几场春雨,大坑内很快就形成了一片一片的水洼,我和小伙伴们,穿着水鞋,故意在泥泞之中来来回回的吧嗒吧嗒的走,泥水溅到脸上,身上,俨然泥猴一般。更多的时候,我们用手去抠 When I was young, I lived in the most eastern corner of the town, a railroad family area. In front of the house is a brick factory, which is made up of bald heads and labor-reforming officers in gray jails, where they dig their own soil to burn their bricks. Every year, every day, with the roar of machines, Full of vitality. Because of years of earth-setting, a pit suddenly formed here. When spring came, just after a few spring rains, the puddles soon formed a puddle. My companions, wearing water shoes, deliberately came back and forth in the muddy slung, muddy water Splashing on the face, body, just like mud monkey general. More often, we use the hand to pull