我家住在一条小巷里。小巷说长不长,说短不短,只是中间小小地拐了个弯,就多出了一丝曲径通幽的意味。不是江南青石板铺就的小路,但雨日却依旧带着几分幽静淡雅;也不是沥青滚过的路面,这里几乎捕捉不到一丝现代都市的气息。它,只是一条简简单单的青砖铺砌的小巷。每日,菜贩们推着吱呀作响的板车,随意地在巷边一停,悠闲地拾掇 My family lives in an alley. Alley said longer, that is not short, but the middle of a small turn to the corner, on the more winding a meandering meanings. Not the southern green paved road, but the rainy day still with a bit quiet and elegant; nor is the asphalt rolled the pavement, where almost can not capture a trace of modern urban atmosphere. It is just a simple brick paved alleys. Daily, vegetable vendors who push the squeaky car, free to stop in the lane, leisurely pick up