早就知道要与这栋老屋别离。心的别离。就好比一年一度的毕业季,每个人都走到了人生的十字路口,一路走来相遇相识相知的过程,想来是那么的亲切与温暖。当时只道是寻常,曾经满不在乎的过往,如今都成了记忆中泛着荧光的流苏。夏日的夜里,一个人侧卧在床上回忆着过往的点滴。窗外雨声滴滴答答地敲打着窗棂,正如墙上挂表的秒针哒哒地走过,数着这间屋子与我之间的羁绊,一段段悲苦喜乐在我 I already knew that I should leave this old house. Do not leave the heart. Like the annual graduation season, everyone has come to a crossroads of life, met all the way to know the process of mutual understanding, want to be so warm and kind. At that time, it was an ordinary, once-indifferent past, and today it has become a fluorescent tassel in memory. Summer night, a person lying in bed recalled the past bit by bit. Raining down the window and knocking on the window sill, just as the second hand on the wall hanging table walked, counting the bond between the house and me, a period of sad joy in me