十一假期,我前往快要拆迁的儿时住处看了看。循着记忆,拐入小巷,横过一条小路,老屋就在眼前。跨进院子,只见那棵老态龙钟的石榴树枝干遒劲,树叶郁郁葱葱,成熟的石榴咧着嘴,露出红红的籽,一粒挨一粒,像粉红色的水晶,水灵灵,亮晶晶。望着熟悉而又陌生的景象,我的思绪不禁又回到七八年前,和从前那个欢蹦的身影重合在一起。 During the 11th holiday, I visited the residence where I was about to relocate. Follow the memory, into the alley, across a path, the old house is at hand. Across the yard, I saw the old gnome pomegranate branches dry, lush leaves, ripe pomegranate grin, revealing red seeds, one by one, like pink crystal, water Ling, shiny. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar scene, my thoughts can not help but return to seven or eight years ago, and before that jubilant figure coincide.