在古镇的小巷属于自己的门楼,很高可以容纳我和爷爷还有童年的乖可我并不能想象那个故事,该如何结尾抑或如何延续爷爷抽一口烟老是咳嗽两声印着岁月痕迹的烟斗就像古镇的一些伤痛是我尚年轻的心,无法读懂的古镇的小巷,那么多狭长那么幽静。这是深秋的一天我在古镇的怀里将收获 In the alley of the ancient town belongs to their own gatehouse, tall and can accommodate my grandfather and childhood well I can not imagine that story, how to end or how to extend my grandfather smoking a cigarette always cough two marks the years traces Pipe like some of the pain of the ancient town is my still young heart, can not read the alley of the ancient town, so long and so quiet. This is the late autumn day I will be harvested in the arms of the ancient town