浓密的树枝交错掩映,我走在青石板小路上,陈旧的木板门偶尔发出“吱呀吱呀”的声音。夕阳西下,空气中弥漫着泥土的气息。“梦回莺啭,乱煞年光遍,人立小庭深院。炷尽沉烟,抛残绣线,恁今春关情似去年?”小区老人们的旧收音机里缠绵婉转、柔曼悠远的唱腔回荡在微凉的晚风中,仿佛与记忆中奶奶的嗓音相重叠。我深吸一口气,花香馥郁,回忆的思绪飘飞到了幼年时。记忆中,奶奶极喜欢唱昆曲。每逢盛夏我回家时,都见她穿着长长的迤逦在地上的戏 The thick branches interlaced, I walked in the bluestone path, the old wooden door occasionally issued “squeak Ya Ya ” sound. Sunset, the air filled with earthy atmosphere. “Dream back Yingying, chaos Sha Guang Guang, people Li court courtyard. 炷 do Shen smoke, throwing the embroidery line, 恁 spring off like last year?” "Old cell phones in the neighborhood lingering gentle, soft Man distant singing echoed in the cool breeze, as if with the memory of grandma voice overlap. I take a deep breath, fragrant flowers, memories of thoughts floated to infancy. Memory, my grandmother likes to sing Kunqu. Whenever I went home in midsummer, I saw her in the ground wearing a long grudge drama