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当金黄的落叶在空中缓缓飘落,当曾经葱笼的繁华冷却为清寒的枝桠,当树瘦成一个剪影默默地伫立在冷风中,冬天来了。现在的冬天虽有各种高科技的取暖设备,我却怀念那逝去的童年,一家人围着一盆炭火取暖的甜蜜时光。记忆中的家园,依然如昨的那副模样。我家的房前是一条鹅卵石铺就的二米来宽的路面,直通向相邻的村庄,还有一个不是很大的晒谷坪。有阳光的午后,我会和邻家的小孩在房前屋后玩耍、晒太阳。
When the golden leaves slowly falling in the air, when the bustling green onion once cooled to chilly branches, when the tree slipped into a silhouette silently standing in the cold, the winter came. Although winter now has all kinds of high-tech heating equipment, I miss the passing childhood, and the family is surrounded by a sweet pot of warm fire. Memory of the home, still the same look as yesterday. The front of my house is a two-meter wide paved cobblestone pavement, straight to the adjacent village, there is not a big Suning Ping. In the sunny afternoon, I will play in the back of the house with my neighbors to enjoy the sun.