我掏出笔,在手札本上写下:“他们都是有魔力的人。”所有我将诉说的以下故事,都从小升初的那个暑假开始,距今也有整整三年,快要忘记。当我第一次站在那条小巷子前,阳光紫外线是哪个级别,户外温度多少度,风力多少级,风向是吹向哪一边,都是转瞬即逝的感觉。记忆里清晰漂浮着的,是扑鼻的油墨气味和宣纸绵的味道。巷子在古城的南门里,紧靠着城墙, I took out my pen and wrote it in my notebook: “All of them are magical people.” All the following stories that I will tell begin with the summer when I was young, and I have forgotten a whole three years now. When I first stood in front of that alley, which level of sunlight UV, outdoor temperature how many degrees, how many winds, the direction of the wind is blown to which are fleeting feeling. Clearly floating in the memory is the smell of tangy ink rice paper smell. Alley in the ancient city of South Gate, close to the city walls,