我踏着十月清甜酥软的阳光,经过两个多小时的车程,终于回到了这个让我魂牵梦绕的地方。呆呆地站在巷弄的尽头,心中那颗尘封已久的种子,在记忆的召唤下瞬间就开出了花。一整条街的商铺,挨挨挤挤几十家,却鲜有招牌,对于居住了几十年的人来说,这里是他们最熟悉的地方。每一个经过的人脸上都有着轻松和煦的笑容,款款而行,彼此问候。一群老人,围坐在一起,嗑着瓜子,唠着家常。絮语声中交织着 I marched in October sweetened the sunshine, after more than two hours by car, and finally returned to this place I dreamed of. Staring aloud at the end of the alley, the long, dusty seed in my mind spews out the moment under the summon of memory. An entire street of shops, squeezed squeezed squeeze squeezed dozens, but few signs, for those who lived for decades, here is where they are most familiar. Every passing person’s face has a light and warm smile, money and greet each other. A group of old people, sitting together, pudding seeds, chattering home. Intertwined with whisper