清晨,早行人的脚步声就把老街吵醒了,“卖早粉”、“卖发糕——”一串串清亮 的吆喝把巷子喊得又弯又长。老街很老了,清一色的木屋被岁月的风雨吹打成 黑麦酱的颜色,青石板被一代代男男女女的脚打磨得比青州红丝砚还要光亮、油滑,水浇上去都站不稳脚根,极快地滚成一颗颗晶莹的珍珠。 Early morning, the footsteps of the early pedestrian wakes up the streets, “selling as early as powder”, “selling cakes -” a string of clear shouting cry alley bend again long. Street is very old, all-wood cabin was wind and rain blew the years into the color of rye sauce, quartzite was polished by men and women from generation to generation more red silk inkstone than the state of Qingzhou, slick, water pouring up all unstable Feet, rolled quickly into a crystal pearls.