看来我终究是无法摆脱这仿佛根植于骨髓的古朴情结了。每日置身于喧嚣繁华的都市,接触明快前卫的现代文明,我的情感变得麻木而苍白。只有每每忆起那长着青苔的石阶,吱呀作响的木门,还有阳光中散发着陈旧气息的深褐色的雕花窗棂,心中才会复生出暖浓的情意。 It seems that I can’t get rid of this quaint complex that is rooted in the bone marrow. Daily exposure to the prosperous city, contact with the bright and modern civilization, my emotions become numb and pale. Only when the memory of the moss-covered stone steps, the buzzing wooden doors, and the dark-brown carved windows in the sunlight, will the warmth and affection revived.