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温暖的秋日里,我和爸爸妈妈回到乡下的老家,来到奶奶曾经住过的屋子——一个简单、朴素的红砖老屋,夕阳下,已经发黑了的墙壁更能显出它“历史”的悠久。奶奶是8年前去世的,那时我才4岁。模糊的
On a warm autumn day, my mom and dad and I returned home in the countryside and came to the house where my grandmother once lived—a simple, simple old red brick house. The darkened walls could show it even more at sunset. “History” has a long history. Grandma died eight years ago. I was only four years old. Fuzzy