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我想回到家乡的老屋。那个充满着与你有关的回忆的老屋,有着你的气息。我想站在枣树下,站在白墙前,站在清溪旁,泪流满面地回忆着,凉凉的秋风卷来曾经与你的时光。枣树秋来了。老家的枣树,开始落枣了。高大的枣树静静地站在小院中央,像一个驻守着什么的坚毅士兵。淡淡的不暖和的阳光想要温柔地抚摸着它的枝冠,却零零碎碎地,散落了一地。光线被树枝划破,可痛起来的,却是我的心。
I want to go back to my old hometown. The old house full of memories related to you has your breath. I want to stand under the jujube tree, standing in front of the white wall, standing next to the stream, tears of memories, the cool autumn wind to come with your time. Jujube autumn is coming. Jujube home, began to date. Tall jujube quietly standing in the courtyard of the central, like a determined soldier stationed in what. A touch of warm sunshine gently stroked its branches, but piecemeal, scattered in one place. Light is broken branches, can be painful, but it is my heart.