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午后的阳光碾碎了洁白的栀子花瓣，落下一地斑驳的清影。我躺在安乐椅中，微弱的呼吸。 In the afternoon, the sun crushed the white gardenia petals and left a mottled shadow. I was lying in an easy chair, breathing faintly. 我想，我是老了吧：我的脸好像核桃一样粗糙不平了，头发白了，牙齿掉了，身上布满深褐色的斑点。我低头，看那些松软的泥土，或许，不久我会与他们融为一体了。卧龙跃马终不过黄土啊! I think I'm old: my face is rough like a walnut, my hair is white, my teeth are off, and my body is covered with dark brown spots. I look down at the soft soil. Maybe I will be one with them soon. Wolong Yuema is no more than loess! 此刻，我的心里泛起了一圈圈的涟漪，曾几何时，那个被称之为故乡的地方，也有这样温暖的阳光。也有这样一片飘着芳香的泥土。我仿佛又看到了家门前的青山绿水，闻到老屋厨房里飘出的饭香……。 At this moment, my heart has a circle of ripples, once upon a time, that place known as hometown, also has such warm sunshine. There is also such a piece of fragrant soil. I seem to see the green mountains and waters in front of my house again, and smell the fragrance of rice in the kitchen of the old house. 依稀记得儿时的家园，青色瓦，黄土墙。屋里住着一位汉子，每日早出晚归。他喜欢叼着旱烟，坐在门槛上望着妻儿，一脸知足的神情。屋里的女人，也是起早贪黑操持着家务，把家里打理得井井有条—他们就是爹娘。 | 
