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淡淡地泊着这一片房子宛如水边的青萍年年绿得好看如今我走回家来是第几重秋天芦苇的风声比夕阳更白远山浅浅像在梦的边缘抚触记忆我望着来路岁月模糊的地方无声之水绕过一片片庄园这些村子必是来了很久了这些水必是我命定的根源在相思和呼应变得柔软以后日子渐渐安宁下来
The green house is like a lake in the water. It looks like the water is green. Every year, I walk home and it’s the first time that the wind of the autumn reed is even more white than the sunset. It’s like touching the memory at the edge of the dream. Where the roads are blurred, silent water bypasses a slice of manor. These villages must have been coming for a long time. These waters must be the root of my ordination. After the love of Acacia and echoing, the days will gradually calm down.