只是踩着逃离祖先的步子往回走,就陷进了深深烙着闽南印记的建筑表情里。在这个时间氤氲、弥漫往昔的地方,那来自旧日的红砖红瓦,暗淡了血色,倾诉着让人似懂非懂的话语。翻过了记忆的高山,世界一瞬间寂静,只剩下燕尾脊上的风,在古厝的身子上呢喃成颂。 Just stepping away from the pace of ancestors back, it was stuck in the architectural expression deeply impressed with Minnan imprint. At this time wandering, filled the place where the past, that the red brick from the old days, bleak bloody, talkative people understand the words. Turned over the mountains of memory, the world moment silence, leaving only the wind on the dovetail, in the ancient house body whisper into praise.