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At dawn on the second day I reached the gateway of my home. Broken stems of withered grass on the roof， trembling in the wind， made very clear the reason why this old house could not avoid changing hands. Several branches of our clan had probably already moved away， so it was unusually quiet. By the time I reached the house my mother was already at the door to welcome me， and my eight-year-old nephew， Hong’er rushed out after her.
第二日清早晨我到了我家的门口了。瓦楞上许多枯草的断茎当风抖着，正在说明这老屋难免易主的原因。几房的本家大约已经搬走了，所以很寂静。我到了自家的房外，我的母亲早已迎着出来了，接着便飞出了八岁的侄儿宏儿。
