那让我牵挂不忘的老房子,老房子后的那片空地,空地旁的那一棵威武高大的红樟树,还有那片苍翠蓊郁的竹林,总藏着说不完的趣事。当炎炎夏日开始收敛它炙热的光芒时,树就拉长它的影子,盖住那后院的空地,一片阴凉地就有了。每到此刻,我就赶紧召集本家、本院子的伙伴,在空地上打弹珠玩。我们铲平一块泥地,然后拖着鞋子在地上“刷刷刷”地抹几回。接着,光脚来回走动量取合适 That let me never forget the old house, the piece of open space after the old house, open air next to a mighty tall red camphor tree, as well as that piece of lush bamboo forest, there are always hidden endless fun. When the hot summer began to deflect its hot light, the tree lengthened its shadow, covering the open space in the backyard, shady. Every now and then, I quickly called the home, the yard’s partner, playing marbles in the open. We flatten a piece of mud, and then drag the shoes on the ground “brush brush ” to wipe a few times. Then, barefoot back and forth to measure the amount of appropriate