我在西津渡街奔跑,迷醉于山水的绿色、券门的沧桑,民风的纯朴。奔跑,顺着石板道,虽然失去了当年的繁华,当年那种千帆入津,商贾云集,寺观林立,民居错落早已不复存在,但街道上那被车辙碾过的深深印痕、高低错落的券门、 I am running in the West ferry crossing, fascinated by the landscape of the green, coupons of the vicissitudes of life, simple folk. Running, along the stone road, although lost the year’s prosperity, when the kind of thousands of sail into Tianjin, merchants gathered, temples everywhere, long scattered houses no longer exist, but the streets were rushed over the deep imprint, the level of scattered Coupons door,