2月7日晴时光流逝。乡村的容颜在变迁中一点点消逝。——题记伫立于冰冷的水泥房前,我呆住了,冷风吹来我不禁打了个哆嗦。曾经载满温馨的老屋去哪儿了?这本是一间冬暖夏凉的瓦房。一朝一夕都存载着我与爷爷奶奶的欢笑声,留下过我成长的足迹。可现在又怎能被这水泥房所代替呢?难道这就是所谓的“现代化”?爷爷奶奶本执意要留住瓦房,留一个生命的 February 7 sunny time passed. The face of the village vanished little by little. - inscription standing in front of the cold cement room, I dumbfounded, cold wind I can not help but shiver. Once filled with warm old house where to go? This is a warm summer cool tile-roofed house. I kept the laughter with my grandparents and grandchildren overnight, leaving the footprints of my growth. But now how can this be replaced by the cement house it? Is this the so-called “modernization”? Grandparents insisted on retaining the tile-roofed house, leaving a life