“老房子快拆了。”妈妈回老家前说。记忆中的老房子有家的味道、泥土的味道和时光的味道。不知怎的,我有种说不出的失落。总听见奶奶哼着《天仙配》里的唱词“寒窑虽破能避风雨……”我很好奇她的老房子的样子。“奶奶,你儿时的‘寒窑’是怎样的呀?”奶奶的眼睛瞬间亮了,像黄昏的山林里突然下起了 “The old house was demolished. ” Mom said before returning home. The memory of the old house home taste, soil taste and taste of time. Somehow, I have a kind of indescribable loss. Always hear grandma humming “angel match” in the lyrics “cold kiln although can shelter from storm ... ” I was curious about the way her old house. “Grandma, what is your chill kiln in childhood?” "Grandma’s eyes suddenly lit up like a sudden dusk in the mountains