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点击复制Childhood street in evening gold
Brick held echoes soft not cold
Gate once shut by restless mind
Opened inward warm refined
Garden soil forgave the years
Leaves absorbed the salt of tears
Rooms received a wiser pace
Walls wore patience on the face
You arrived without a claim
Laid down armor left the game
Chairs remembered first small height
Table blessed the grown-up sight
Not the door that youth once chose
Yet the house still gently knows
Home rewards the traveler’s core—
Same old truth a different door