晨光,熹微。手捧一杯淡茶,漫步其中。在老居的包裹之下,呡一口茶。此味,胜佳。我在乎。我在乎这青瓦白墙,那凹凸青石;在乎这春的萌动,那一窗春晓;更在乎,饱经沧桑的历史文化遗产。这里,是甘家故居。我在此驻足。轻轻推开陈旧的木门,轻声而入。一位矮小的老 Dawn, Xi Wei. Hand holding a cup of light tea, wander among them. Under the old home’s package, take a sip of tea. This flavor, Katsuyoshi. I care. I care about this white tile wall, that blueprint bluestone; care about the spring of this spring, that window Chunxiao; more care, the vicissitudes of history and cultural heritage. Here, is the former residence of Gan. I stop here. Gently push open the old wooden doors, softly into. A little old