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我扯动着悠长的思绪,沉浸在逝去的时光中,在岁月之河里寻找着父亲的身影,聆听着父亲的声音,咀嚼着温馨至真的亲情。“不在家”的父亲最初的记忆始于西安新城黄楼。我们最早的家就在黄楼西侧
I tugged with long thoughts, immersed in the passing of time, looking for the father’s figure in the river of years, listening to his father’s voice, chewing warm to real affection. “Not at home ” father’s first memory began in the Xi’an Metro Yellow House. Our earliest home is on the west side of the yellow building