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想求描写古桥或者老屋的英文散文,非常感谢!
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老屋 周克武
（1）这一辈子,不管自己身居何处,在我的潜意识里,只有走进乡下的那栋老屋才叫回家. （2）我家的老屋,只是傍山而建的一栋普通农舍,土墙青瓦,杉木门窗.靠西头的几间,至今还盖着稻草,山风吹过,弥散着一股亲切的草屑味,淡淡的.可是岁月的磨蚀无情,如今老屋的鱼鳞瓦沟里长满青苔,黄泥墙壁粉尘脱落,两扇略显笨重的大门也是油漆斑驳,绽开一条条深深浅浅的裂缝,好似老人额头遍布的鱼尾纹.
（3）老屋真的"老"了.落日衔山时分,我站在村口远远望去,它像在酣睡,许是太累,睡得那样安详、静谧.
（4）我默默走近老屋.夕阳下,风如佛手,柔柔地摩挲路边的草木,没有声响；鸟儿慵倦地栖落在树上,伸出尖尖小嘴巴梳理自己的羽毛,没有鸣唱.也许它们此刻一如我的心情--轻轻抚摸深褐色的大门,却不敢推开,怕惊扰了老屋,惊碎了它的梦.
（5）梦里有我的童年.也是在这样的傍晚,太阳渐渐沉落,屋檐下飘落起母亲长一声短一声催我回家的呼唤.我,还有鸡们、鸭们、牛羊们,朝同一个方向--炊烟轻笼的老屋,踏碎了一路残阳.我难以自控地抬眼望望,屋顶的炊烟仿佛还在,柴火饭的香味仿佛还在,飘飘拂拂,又落到了我的鼻尖上.此刻,我真想再像孩提时那样,一路飞跑进屋,猴急火急拈起一块香喷喷的白米锅巴塞进嘴里,再听一声母亲骂我"馋嘴猫"……
（6）老屋是心的归宿.当我终于抬脚跨进门槛的一刹那,一种久违的感觉涌动全身：真的到家了.
（7）老屋是父亲耗尽心血的杰作.我小时候,常听父亲说起,他和一家人是在赤日炎炎的酷暑下挥锄破土,头顶满天繁星赶运木料、砖块、沙石,直至北风呼啸的严冬圆垛上梁.像春燕衔泥般,几经周折,终于盖起了这个属于自己的窝.那时候,每当亲友上门,父亲总会喜形于色地拍拍门窗,或者指指屋上的椽皮、横梁,夸他这房子坚固耐用.一个秋日,村里来了位摄影师,平日不爱照相的父亲,突然换上他仅有的一件中山装,拉着一家人在老屋前照了张相.还一再叮嘱我记住,金窝银窝不如自己的狗窝.
（8）几十年岁月蹉跎,转眼间物是人非.奶奶和父亲去了另外一个世界,母亲也随我住进了城里.夜深了,我一个人默默地坐在堂屋里,孤灯只影,满屋的冷清.
（9）窗外的上弦月,瘦瘦的.也许是我与它相隔太久,彼此之间已经陌生,它刚刚露出半张脸,一转身,又躲进了薄薄的云层.我突然想起,儿时老屋的月亮似乎不是这样.那时,我走到哪里它就跟到哪里.夏夜,奶奶把在外纳凉的我抱上床,月亮也悄悄地从窗口跟进来轻抚着我的脸.我至今记得奶奶一直坐在床沿,边给我打扇边哼童谣：月光光,夜光光,伴随我家乖乖郎……我迷迷糊糊入睡了,奶奶的歌声还在继续,像温婉的明月,落在我的枕上,我的梦里.今晚,我可用记忆的碎片还原全部细节,却再无法听到奶奶的歌声.只有墙角那张静卧的雕花床仿佛与我达成心灵上的某种默契,无可辩驳地见证这里曾经氤氲的天伦之乐.
（10）而这一夜,我久久无法入睡.
（11）第二天一早起来,太阳刚刚露头,温煦的阳光投射在老屋的房顶,染成一片熟悉的金黄.我在老屋的里里外外转来转去,每走一步,仿佛都可弯腰拾起儿时的一段记忆.门槛上,父亲抚膝而坐,眉飞色舞讲三国；杂屋里,母亲筛糠剁菜喂猪仔；后山竹林中,与儿时伙伴追追闹闹捉迷藏；屋前小道上,高举火把,紧跟大人去看电影……在我眼里,老屋是一本贮满情与爱的大书,翻开任何一页,都会找到生命之源的温暖.
（12）吃过早饭,我站在老屋门口与亲友们闲聊.邻家小侄劝我拆除老屋,盖幢时尚气派的"小二层".
（13）我摇摇头：不拆!他哪里知道,没了老屋,我的灵魂只能浪迹天涯.
ZhouKeWu clearing
(1) this lifetime, however, connect where in my subconscious, only came into the country of what a clearing's home.
(2) my clearing, just adjacent to mountain and build a common farmhouse, retaining QingWa cunninghamia lanceolata doors and Windows. By quanzhou several rooms, still covered with straw, mountain wind blows, and has a kind of vegetable faults flavour, stock pale. But years of abrasion heartless, now scales watts ditch with clearing, clay wall dust lichen two leaves fall off, slightly heavy gate also paint mottled, zhankai strips deep shallow crack, like the old man forehead across the crow's feet.
(3) clearing really "old". At sunset, standing in transition mountain village from the long distance, it was like in deep sleep, xu had too tired, sleep so serene and tranquil.
(4) I walked up to the clearing. At sunset, the wind like berganottin MaSha roadside grass, softly, have no voice, The bird Yong tiredly to habitat in the tree falls, stretch out sharp little mouth comb his feathers, not sing. Perhaps they now as my mood -- the stroke brown door, but he didn't dare to scare away the fear of clearing, surprised broken its dreams.
(5) have my childhood dream. Also in this evening, the sun sinks gradually, eaves float up with a short mother long with a rush me home call. I, still have the chicken, duck and the cattle and sheep are, in the same direction - the light smoke cage clearing, destroys all the way lower. I found it difficult to control to raise your eyes looked as if still smoke, roof, firewood rice in the fragrance of as if still in, float baboons, and fell on my tip. At present, I really want to be as childhood that, all the way into the house, monkey JiHuo nasty streak dianqi alluring of rice with crispy Fried rice crust in his mouth, listen to the sound mother scolded me "chanzui cat."...
(6) clearing is the heart of the librarians. When I finally carried feet stepped into the moment, a threshold surge of returning to the feeling body: really got home. 7) clearing is father exhausted painstaking care masterpiece. When I was young, often listen to father told about, he and the family is in ChiRiYanYan heat under ground brandish hoe, head the stars cast shipped timber, brick, sand, until the north wind howling winter round ShangLiang lsyer. like A ChunYan take mud, despite setbacks, finally built this belong to her nest. that, when friends the door, father always jubilant to clap doors and Windows, or on the leather Chuan bordden drive house, beams, the kua his this house strong and durable. An autumn, the village, a photographer, ferial love photography of father, suddenly changed his only one ZhongShanZhuang, pull the whole family in our old house before a picture of phase. Also told me remember, east silver home is the dog kennel.
(8) decades years away, turn to much transformed. Grandma and father went to another world, mother also along with I live into town. It was late, I a person sitting silently the prototype, lonely lamp only shadows, house full of cold and cheerless.
(9) the window of ShangXianYue, thin. I may be apart with it too long, each other have strange, it just show half of his face, a turn round, and hide into the thin cloud. I suddenly remembered, childhood clearing the moon seems not so. At that time, I go to where it with him. Summer night, grandma put out of bed shade and hug me, and the moon will quietly with from the window in light fondle my face. I remember my grandmother always sit so far edge, the side give me DaShan edge hum nursery rhymes: moonlight light, light, with my darling 80station lang... I fell asleep, grandma's lullaby song continues, like wenwan the moon, falls on my pillow, my dreams. Tonight, I available memory pieces of reduction, but again all the details to hear the song. Grandma Only the corner that zhang reposes carve patterns or designs on woodwork bed with me as agreed on spiritual certain tacit understanding, undeniably here have to witness the heat shimmered yearning.
(10) and the long night, I cannot sleep.
(11) the next morning, the sun had just appear, the warm glow sunshine is projected on the roof, clearing a familiar golden yellow dye. I kicked in clearing inside, at every step, as if all can stooped to pick up the childhood of a memory. The threshold, the father fondle knees and sit, very happy speak three kingdoms; Miscellaneous house, mother ShaiKang chop food feed pigs, Reckoned with bamboo, childhood friend chase chase make make hide-and-seek, In front of the path, exalted torches, follow the adults to see a movie... In my eyes, clearing is a storage full feeling and love which contains 365pages, turn over any page, will find the source of the life of warmth.
(12) breakfast, I stand at the door and our friends and relatives chatting. Next Zhi advised me to dismantle small clearing house, cover and fashionable style "little second".
(13) I shook my head: no tear open! He didn't know, where clearing, my soul only grizzled troubadour.
（1）这一辈子,不管自己身居何处,在我的潜意识里,只有走进乡下的那栋老屋才叫回家. （2）我家的老屋,只是傍山而建的一栋普通农舍,土墙青瓦,杉木门窗.靠西头的几间,至今还盖着稻草,山风吹过,弥散着一股亲切的草屑味,淡淡的.可是岁月的磨蚀无情,如今老屋的鱼鳞瓦沟里长满青苔,黄泥墙壁粉尘脱落,两扇略显笨重的大门也是油漆斑驳,绽开一条条深深浅浅的裂缝,好似老人额头遍布的鱼尾纹.
（3）老屋真的"老"了.落日衔山时分,我站在村口远远望去,它像在酣睡,许是太累,睡得那样安详、静谧.
（4）我默默走近老屋.夕阳下,风如佛手,柔柔地摩挲路边的草木,没有声响；鸟儿慵倦地栖落在树上,伸出尖尖小嘴巴梳理自己的羽毛,没有鸣唱.也许它们此刻一如我的心情--轻轻抚摸深褐色的大门,却不敢推开,怕惊扰了老屋,惊碎了它的梦.
（5）梦里有我的童年.也是在这样的傍晚,太阳渐渐沉落,屋檐下飘落起母亲长一声短一声催我回家的呼唤.我,还有鸡们、鸭们、牛羊们,朝同一个方向--炊烟轻笼的老屋,踏碎了一路残阳.我难以自控地抬眼望望,屋顶的炊烟仿佛还在,柴火饭的香味仿佛还在,飘飘拂拂,又落到了我的鼻尖上.此刻,我真想再像孩提时那样,一路飞跑进屋,猴急火急拈起一块香喷喷的白米锅巴塞进嘴里,再听一声母亲骂我"馋嘴猫"……
（6）老屋是心的归宿.当我终于抬脚跨进门槛的一刹那,一种久违的感觉涌动全身：真的到家了.
（7）老屋是父亲耗尽心血的杰作.我小时候,常听父亲说起,他和一家人是在赤日炎炎的酷暑下挥锄破土,头顶满天繁星赶运木料、砖块、沙石,直至北风呼啸的严冬圆垛上梁.像春燕衔泥般,几经周折,终于盖起了这个属于自己的窝.那时候,每当亲友上门,父亲总会喜形于色地拍拍门窗,或者指指屋上的椽皮、横梁,夸他这房子坚固耐用.一个秋日,村里来了位摄影师,平日不爱照相的父亲,突然换上他仅有的一件中山装,拉着一家人在老屋前照了张相.还一再叮嘱我记住,金窝银窝不如自己的狗窝.
（8）几十年岁月蹉跎,转眼间物是人非.奶奶和父亲去了另外一个世界,母亲也随我住进了城里.夜深了,我一个人默默地坐在堂屋里,孤灯只影,满屋的冷清.
（9）窗外的上弦月,瘦瘦的.也许是我与它相隔太久,彼此之间已经陌生,它刚刚露出半张脸,一转身,又躲进了薄薄的云层.我突然想起,儿时老屋的月亮似乎不是这样.那时,我走到哪里它就跟到哪里.夏夜,奶奶把在外纳凉的我抱上床,月亮也悄悄地从窗口跟进来轻抚着我的脸.我至今记得奶奶一直坐在床沿,边给我打扇边哼童谣：月光光,夜光光,伴随我家乖乖郎……我迷迷糊糊入睡了,奶奶的歌声还在继续,像温婉的明月,落在我的枕上,我的梦里.今晚,我可用记忆的碎片还原全部细节,却再无法听到奶奶的歌声.只有墙角那张静卧的雕花床仿佛与我达成心灵上的某种默契,无可辩驳地见证这里曾经氤氲的天伦之乐.
（10）而这一夜,我久久无法入睡.
（11）第二天一早起来,太阳刚刚露头,温煦的阳光投射在老屋的房顶,染成一片熟悉的金黄.我在老屋的里里外外转来转去,每走一步,仿佛都可弯腰拾起儿时的一段记忆.门槛上,父亲抚膝而坐,眉飞色舞讲三国；杂屋里,母亲筛糠剁菜喂猪仔；后山竹林中,与儿时伙伴追追闹闹捉迷藏；屋前小道上,高举火把,紧跟大人去看电影……在我眼里,老屋是一本贮满情与爱的大书,翻开任何一页,都会找到生命之源的温暖.
（12）吃过早饭,我站在老屋门口与亲友们闲聊.邻家小侄劝我拆除老屋,盖幢时尚气派的"小二层".
（13）我摇摇头：不拆!他哪里知道,没了老屋,我的灵魂只能浪迹天涯.
ZhouKeWu clearing
(1) this lifetime, however, connect where in my subconscious, only came into the country of what a clearing's home.
(2) my clearing, just adjacent to mountain and build a common farmhouse, retaining QingWa cunninghamia lanceolata doors and Windows. By quanzhou several rooms, still covered with straw, mountain wind blows, and has a kind of vegetable faults flavour, stock pale. But years of abrasion heartless, now scales watts ditch with clearing, clay wall dust lichen two leaves fall off, slightly heavy gate also paint mottled, zhankai strips deep shallow crack, like the old man forehead across the crow's feet.
(3) clearing really "old". At sunset, standing in transition mountain village from the long distance, it was like in deep sleep, xu had too tired, sleep so serene and tranquil.
(4) I walked up to the clearing. At sunset, the wind like berganottin MaSha roadside grass, softly, have no voice, The bird Yong tiredly to habitat in the tree falls, stretch out sharp little mouth comb his feathers, not sing. Perhaps they now as my mood -- the stroke brown door, but he didn't dare to scare away the fear of clearing, surprised broken its dreams.
(5) have my childhood dream. Also in this evening, the sun sinks gradually, eaves float up with a short mother long with a rush me home call. I, still have the chicken, duck and the cattle and sheep are, in the same direction - the light smoke cage clearing, destroys all the way lower. I found it difficult to control to raise your eyes looked as if still smoke, roof, firewood rice in the fragrance of as if still in, float baboons, and fell on my tip. At present, I really want to be as childhood that, all the way into the house, monkey JiHuo nasty streak dianqi alluring of rice with crispy Fried rice crust in his mouth, listen to the sound mother scolded me "chanzui cat."...
(6) clearing is the heart of the librarians. When I finally carried feet stepped into the moment, a threshold surge of returning to the feeling body: really got home. 7) clearing is father exhausted painstaking care masterpiece. When I was young, often listen to father told about, he and the family is in ChiRiYanYan heat under ground brandish hoe, head the stars cast shipped timber, brick, sand, until the north wind howling winter round ShangLiang lsyer. like A ChunYan take mud, despite setbacks, finally built this belong to her nest. that, when friends the door, father always jubilant to clap doors and Windows, or on the leather Chuan bordden drive house, beams, the kua his this house strong and durable. An autumn, the village, a photographer, ferial love photography of father, suddenly changed his only one ZhongShanZhuang, pull the whole family in our old house before a picture of phase. Also told me remember, east silver home is the dog kennel.
(8) decades years away, turn to much transformed. Grandma and father went to another world, mother also along with I live into town. It was late, I a person sitting silently the prototype, lonely lamp only shadows, house full of cold and cheerless.
(9) the window of ShangXianYue, thin. I may be apart with it too long, each other have strange, it just show half of his face, a turn round, and hide into the thin cloud. I suddenly remembered, childhood clearing the moon seems not so. At that time, I go to where it with him. Summer night, grandma put out of bed shade and hug me, and the moon will quietly with from the window in light fondle my face. I remember my grandmother always sit so far edge, the side give me DaShan edge hum nursery rhymes: moonlight light, light, with my darling 80station lang... I fell asleep, grandma's lullaby song continues, like wenwan the moon, falls on my pillow, my dreams. Tonight, I available memory pieces of reduction, but again all the details to hear the song. Grandma Only the corner that zhang reposes carve patterns or designs on woodwork bed with me as agreed on spiritual certain tacit understanding, undeniably here have to witness the heat shimmered yearning.
(10) and the long night, I cannot sleep.
(11) the next morning, the sun had just appear, the warm glow sunshine is projected on the roof, clearing a familiar golden yellow dye. I kicked in clearing inside, at every step, as if all can stooped to pick up the childhood of a memory. The threshold, the father fondle knees and sit, very happy speak three kingdoms; Miscellaneous house, mother ShaiKang chop food feed pigs, Reckoned with bamboo, childhood friend chase chase make make hide-and-seek, In front of the path, exalted torches, follow the adults to see a movie... In my eyes, clearing is a storage full feeling and love which contains 365pages, turn over any page, will find the source of the life of warmth.
(12) breakfast, I stand at the door and our friends and relatives chatting. Next Zhi advised me to dismantle small clearing house, cover and fashionable style "little second".
(13) I shook my head: no tear open! He didn't know, where clearing, my soul only grizzled troubadour.
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