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每每想起老屋,便仿佛瞥见一段斑驳的旧时光,喟叹着日暮乡关,一季季的沧桑变迁,而唯一不变的也只有老屋。总喜欢在黄昏将近、夜色渐浓时走向一处所在,安然地看这个宁静的世界,便仿同这世界独
Whenever I think of old houses, I feel as if I have seen a period of mottled old days. I sighed at the customs of the Japanese capital and the vicissitudes of life during the quarter. The only thing that remains unchanged is the old house. I always like to walk toward where I am when dusk is approaching and when the darkness is getting stronger. Looking at this quiet world in a safe manner is like copying the world’s independence.