今昔非比，但你还是我的一首歌。
Today and the past are different, but you are still my song.
——题记
— — Preface
青砖黛瓦，祥龙飞燕，翡碧云天，最后再加上一个精巧的燕窝。这就是我的一首歌——屋檐。
Blue bricks and black tiles, auspicious dragons and flying swallows, emerald clouds and sky, and finally a delicate bird's nest. This is one of my songs‐ — The eaves.
春天，一句“乱花渐欲迷人眼，浅草才能没马蹄。”轻轻将屋檐掩在画里。我和阿婆坐在屋檐下，看着天，看着地。小燕子飞来飞去筑新巢，就在屋檐边上。周围的一切都好静谧安详，阿婆站起，开始播种向日葵，我帮阿婆撒种子，屋檐下我们挥汗如雨，远远望去，屋檐好像笑了，轻轻一抹云霞，为屋檐添上笑意。我不会忘记，我的歌——屋檐。
Spring, a sentence; Scattered flowers gradually captivate the eyes, only then can Asakusa have no hooves. ” Gently cover the eaves in the painting. My grandmother and I sat under the eaves, looking up at the sky and down at the ground. The little swallow flies back and forth to build a new nest, right next to the eaves. Everything around was so peaceful and tranquil. Grandma stood up and began sowing sunflowers. I helped her sow the seeds, and under the eaves, we sweated profusely. From a distance, the eaves seemed to be smiling, with a gentle touch of clouds adding a smile to them. I will never forget my song; — The eaves.
夏天，“原来是姹紫嫣红开遍”，为屋檐绘出生机。我躺在阿婆怀里，阿婆轻摇着大蒲扇，在蒲扇的清风中，我望着屋檐，还是那么清奇秀丽，哦，小燕子长大了不少，和屋檐的青瓦在一起都有些分辨不出呢。一阵风吹过，向日葵卷起一阵浪，在阳光下，屋檐的墨色与向日葵金灿灿格外引人注目。好一幅夏日图咧。嘻，我的歌——屋檐。
In summer; It turns out to be a colorful and vibrant landscape; Draw a machine for the eaves. I lay in my grandmother's arms, swaying the large fan gently. In the cool breeze of the fan, I looked at the eaves, which were still so elegant and beautiful. Oh, the little swallow has grown a lot, and it's hard to distinguish it from the green tiles on the eaves. A gust of wind blew, and the sunflowers stirred up a wave. In the sunlight, the ink color of the eaves and the golden sunflowers were particularly eye-catching. What a beautiful summer picture. Hey, my song‐ — The eaves.
秋天，“菱荇鹅儿水，桑榆燕子梁。”一幅秋景将屋檐融入。阿婆将将炒好的葵花籽仔细地剥出，轻轻地送入我的嘴中。绵绵秋雨，滴答滴答，从屋檐上落下，好似天地之精华，串成的晶莹珠儿，虽美却又即逝。燕儿飞走了，“它还会回来吗？”我呆呆地问阿婆，“会的会的”阿婆笑眯着眼回答我。“只可惜它们不能像阿婆这样天天陪着我。”我吃着葵花籽，喃喃地嘀咕着。还是在我的屋檐下，小小的心却感到了伤感。呵，我的歌——屋檐。
Autumn,“ Lingluo Goose Water, Sangyu Swallow Beam. ” A autumn scenery blends the eaves into it. Grandma will carefully peel off the fried sunflower seeds and gently put them into my mouth. The continuous autumn rain falls from the eaves like the essence of heaven and earth. The crystal beads are beautiful but fleeting. Yan'er flew away; Will it come back? ” I asked my grandma blankly, '; Yes, yes, yes; Grandma smiled and squinted her eyes to answer me. “ Unfortunately, they cannot accompany me every day like Grandma. ” I was eating sunflower seeds and murmuring to myself. Still under my roof, my little heart felt sad. Oh, my song‐ — The eaves.
冬天，“银装素裹，踏雪寻梅”。葵花已败，燕儿无影。空荡荡，独留我与阿婆，在屋檐下静静地看着雪景。依旧立于屋檐下，那首歌，也就是那年冬日，我离开了阿婆，离开了屋檐，离开了那首歌。
In winter; Dressed in silver and plain, walking on the snow in search of plum blossoms;. The sunflower has withered, and the swallow has no shadow. Empty, leaving me and my grandmother alone, quietly watching the snowy scenery under the eaves. Still standing under the eaves, that song, that winter, I left my grandmother, left the eaves, and left that song.
终，回到故乡，找到了那屋檐，还是青砖黛瓦，却破损了不少，依旧独立于屋檐下，怀念。屋檐，何尝又不是阿婆爱的化身，是啊，是啊，好似一首歌，那首“青砖黛瓦”的歌，那首属于我的屋檐。
Finally, when I returned to my hometown, I found that roof. It was still made of blue bricks and black tiles, but it was quite damaged and still independent from the eaves. I miss it. The eaves, isn't it the embodiment of grandma's love? Yeah, yeah, it's like a song, that one; Blue bricks and black tiles; The song belongs to my roof.
今昔非比，但屋檐，我的歌，依旧存在。
Today and the past may not compare, but the eaves and my songs still exist.