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今年暑假,我回老家看望了奶奶。穿过熟悉而亲切的双层灰色水泥房,踏着那条绿油油的竹林小径,慢慢就会发现老家的池塘正安闲地躺在菜园的下边。
This summer, I visited my grandmother home. Through the familiar and intimate double-decker gray cement house, marching through the lush bamboo trail, you will slowly find the home’s pond lying below the vegetable garden.