路过一条小巷,忽然发现,那些老屋不见了,留下的,只有一片废墟。并不感到意外,因为它们实在是太老了,我最初来到这里时,它就是一片老屋了。木质的梁柱,漆面早已褪去,留下灰褐色斑驳的原木,展示着一点点远去的时光。喜欢它二楼撑开的木窗,能在晴日里带来些许阳光,雨天也可遮风挡雨,虽没有玻璃那么一览无余,更有着一份欲语还休的情愫。还喜欢它门前的艾草,总是散发着淡淡的清香,那是能给人带来愉悦心情的味道。原本这里,是家早餐店。冬天,外面的炉子烧热了,滚滚的白雾升腾起来,一走近,人就感到暖和了。 Passing an alley, I suddenly found that the old house disappeared, leaving only a ruin. Not surprising, because they are really too old, when I first came here, it is an old house. Wood beams, the paint has long faded leaving a dappled mottled wood, showing a little bit of time away. Like to open it on the second floor of wooden windows, sunny day to bring some sunlight, rainy day can shelter, although there is no glance so glazed, but also have a desire to rest Hugh. Also like the wormwood in front of it, always exudes a touch of fragrance, it is to bring people a pleasant mood taste. Originally, it is a home breakfast shop. In winter, the outside stove was hot and the rolling white mist soared up. As soon as it approached, people felt warm.