或微寒的春风,或孤独的黄昏,走进老弄堂,我心飞翔。弄堂是有名字的,它被冠名为“东河沿”。不过,我更乐意唤它的俗名:桥头。我静静地走着,徜徉在这份安逸中,细细观察周围的一切,想要把它深深地烙在我的记忆里。灰黑色的石板路高低不平,有时开过的车子会把这原本脆弱的石阶磨出缺口;青瓦白墙的 Or slightly cold spring breeze, or lonely dusk, into the old alley, my heart flies. The alley is named, and it is named “East Riverside.” However, I am more than happy to call it the popular name: Bridgehead. I walked silently, huddled in this comfort, and carefully observed everything around me and wanted to deeply burn it in my memory. The gray and black stone roads are uneven, and sometimes the cars opened will grind the originally fragile stone steps;