也许是我先前没有在意,这次我回乡拜访亲友,突然发现村里的土砖瓦房几乎都改建了红砖瓦房,只有极少数或者说就两三家土砖瓦房还没有改建,它们挤在红砖瓦房中间,很不和谐。那剥蚀严重的土砖墙房子记忆着曾经的故事,曾经的文明,曾经的沧桑。 Perhaps I did not care previously, this time I went home to visit relatives and friends, I suddenly found that almost all of the village’s brick houses were converted into red brick houses, and only a few or even two or three clay brick houses have not been renovated. They squeeze In the middle of red brick, it is not harmonious. That denudged earth brick wall houses remember the story, the once civilization, the vicissitudes of life.