青黑的瓦片,暗红的砖墙,使漫步于巷中的我感到了不温不火的温柔。脱漆的木门后,在墙根竟有几簇新生之草,没有任何的修饰与雕琢,那令人眼前一亮的绿啊,你在回忆着什么?是叹息,是怀念,还是沧桑?院里的老者摇着羽扇,悠闲地坐在竹椅上乘凉。这里没有繁华,更没有喧闹,只有安详。这安详,是多么难能可贵!这些景象,在千年如烟的风雨中沉淀,永不褪色,让人留恋,让我放慢脚步,舍不得走完那仅 Dark green tiles, dark red brick wall, so wandering in the alley I felt tepid gentle. After the stripping of the wooden door, the wall at the root of a few clusters of freshmen grass, without any modification and carving, that shining green ah, what are you remembering? Is a sigh, is missing, or vicissitudes? The old man shakes the lupine and leisurely sits on the bamboo chair to enjoy the coolness. There is no downtown, no more noisy, only serene. This serenity, how commendable! These scenes, precipitation in the millennium smoke, never fade, people nostalgia, let me slow down, reluctant to finish that only