秋风轻轻叩响了大地的门,纷纷落下的叶子铺成了软绵绵的金色之路。我沿着那条许久没有走过的路,不知不觉中已来到了老屋门前。走进老屋,一股旧时的气息弥漫身旁。我仿佛随着那渐渐消逝的时光,回到了白墙黑瓦的年代,儿时的点滴清晰地摆在眼前。我抚摸着那斑驳的砖墙,看着墙上那? The autumn breeze gently rang the door of the earth, and the falling leaves made a soft golden road. I walked along the road that I hadn’t walked for a long time, and I came to the door of the old house unconsciously. When you enter the old house, you are surrounded by an old atmosphere. I seem to go back to the era of black walls and white walls with the time that has faded away. The childhood drops are clearly in front of me. I caressed the mottled brick wall and looked at the wall?