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木寨在叶子的眼中,就像一幅老旧的油画,虽然被装裱在昂贵的画框里,但却蒙了一层光阴的灰。似乎是因为刚下了几场大雨,不仅空气中混杂着泥土的腥气,就连门口的石椅都像这百年不动的木头房子一般,像是受了潮,但那也是别处没有的幽凉矜持的霉味。不过,三天前,这一切都还只是存在于叶子的想象当中,她生活在离这上千公里的繁华市中心。如果不是爷爷硬要趁着假期带她回他以前认识奶奶的地方看看,叶子想她可能一辈子都不会踏上这个死气沉沉的地方。
Wood in the eyes of the leaves, like an old oil painting, although framed in expensive picture frame, but was covered with a layer of time ashes. Seems to be because just a few heavy rains, not only the air mixed with the soil of the fishy, and even the door of the stone chairs are like this centuries-old wooden house in general, like the tide, but that is not the rest of the cool Hold the musty taste. However, three days ago, all this still exists only in the imagination of leaves, she lives in thousands of kilometers from downtown downtown. If not grandpa insist on taking advantage of her holidays to take her back to know where my grandmother to see, leaf may not be her life to embark on this lifeless place.