我听到了一阵优美的笛声,不知道是因为我想去追随它,还是因为我再也无法忍受这个口出秽言的酱菜小贩,而模糊的记忆与欲望又使我觉得这是个逃脱的借口。然而,我确实知道一点:当你热爱一座城市并且时常漫步探索其间时,不仅你的灵魂,就连你的身体,也会对这些街道极为熟悉,以至于多年之后,在一股或许因为忧伤飘落的轻雪所引起的哀愁情绪中,你的腿会自动带着你来到最喜爱的一个山丘。我就是如此离开了蹄铁市场,来到苏莱曼清真寺旁的一个地方,望着雪片飘落金角湾。清真寺面北的 I heard a beautiful whistle. I don’t know if I wanted to follow it or because I couldn’t stand the pickpocket hawker again. The vague memories and desires made me think it was an excuse to escape. . However, I do know one thing: When you love a city and often wander around to explore it, not only your soul, but your body, will be very familiar with these streets, so that after many years in one, perhaps because of sadness falling down In the mournful mood caused by light snow, your legs will automatically take you to a favorite hill. I just left the shoe market and came to a place next to the Suleymaniye Mosque where I watched the snow fall to the Golden Horn. North of the mosque