老屋有多老,我不知道,它仿佛伫立在世界的另一岸,那里的时间是静止的,它沉默地矗立于此地太久太久,以至于里面居住的人都遗忘了时间的流动。门前的七里香又开了。细碎的阳光透过玻璃,最终停留在院里那些陈旧的竹椅上。空气中像是开出一朵又一朵秀气的小花,没有花瓣,只有浅金色的花蕊, How old the house is, I do not know, it seems as if standing on the other side of the world, where time is at stake, and where it stands silently long and so long that people living inside forget the flow of time. Seven in front of the incense and opened. Broken sunlight through the glass, and finally stay in the courtyard of those old bamboo chair. The air is like a beautiful flowers, no petals, only pale golden stamens,