妈妈说她小时候住的是老房子。房子矮矮的就两间,屋角翘起来,就像画里的一样。房子前面有块菜地。春天,蝴蝶、蜜蜂都出来采蜜了。夏天,青蛙、蝈蝈在地里唱起了歌。房手后面有一片竹林。雨后,春笋从泥土里冒出来。百一次,妈妈惊喜地发现床底下竟然冒出一颗尖尖的笋芽儿,太有趣了!妈妈小时候最喜欢坐在竹凳上,数老房子百几根梁、几根柱。“一、二、三……”数来数去也数不清。老房子,载着妈妈的记忆,也是我心里的一幅画。 Mom said she lived in an old house when she was young. The two houses are short and the corners are up, just like the pictures. There is a vegetable garden in front of the house. Spring, butterflies, bees are out of honey. Summer, frogs, slugs sang songs in the field. Behind the hand there is a bamboo forest. After the rain, bamboo shoots emerge from the soil. Hundreds of times, my mother was pleasantly surprised to find under the bed even sprouting a pointed bamboo shoots children, so funny! Mom was a child’s favorite sitting on a bamboo bench, the number of houses a few hundred beams, a few columns. “One, two, three ... ” Number to count to countless. Old house, carrying mom’s memory, but also a picture of my heart.