世事浮华喧嚣,却有一种声音与众不同,押着宁静的韵脚,满载着爱与温暖。再回老屋,已是七年之后。满园的油菜花,依旧是一片金黄。然而七年来,老屋里的人去了,青苔爬满了院墙,岁月锈蚀了房门。曾经那样熟悉的声音戛然而止,不见踪影。阳光依旧静好地照耀着,将整个北屋填满。它不懂得这里曾有一 The world is overwhelming, but there is a voice that is different from others. It is a quiet rhyme, full of love and warmth. It will be seven years after returning to the old house. The garden rape is still golden. However, in the past seven years, the people in the old house had gone, the moss had covered the wall, and the years had rusted the door. The sounds that once were so familiar came to an abrupt end and disappeared. The sun shines still and fills the entire North House. It does not understand that there was a