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记忆中的老宅是一首悠远的歌,也是一首意境深邃的诗。坐落在安静和谐的村庄,老宅显得那么朴素。老宅的屋顶是用青色的瓦片盖起来的,一排一排整齐有序地沉睡在阳光下。当倾盆大雨来临后,它们有的掉落在地,有的杂乱地堆在一起。这时,爸爸就会出马去修补修补,把它们安放回原来的位置。调皮的家猫拨弄瓦片是常有的事,有时蹬掉一块在地上,有时用肉爪拨弄拨弄移个位。阳光从又细又长的瓦缝中透进屋,照在墙上,像波光粼粼的水面,又像鱼儿的鳞片,极其闪耀。
The memory of the old house is a distant song, but also a deep poetic mood. Located in a quiet and harmonious village, the old house seemed so simple. The roof of the old house is covered with a piece of blue tiles, neatly and orderly row in a row to sleep in the sun. When the torrential rains came, some of them fell to the ground and some clutched together. At this time, my father will be going to repair and repair, put them back to their original location. Naughty domestic cat fiddle tile is often the case, sometimes kicking off a piece on the ground, sometimes with the claws of the claws to move a bit. The sun shone into the house from the thin, long tile, shining on the wall, like the sparkling water, like the scales of a fish.