打开那扇窗,我又看见这条湿润的小巷。古色古香,我似乎还能听到遥远的地方传来的抚琴的声音。老人们说,从前,好些人都从这巷子里走了,几十年了,没几个人回来过。他们是去了那个岛吗?我只能托着下巴,仰望天空,希望能找到什么。盼望着,盼望着,就飞来一只燕子,它栖在对面房子的瓦檐上。我睁大乌黑的眼睛,盯着它黑亮的外衣。这时,兰儿走到我跟前,指着那燕子,高兴地说:“看呀,它翘首望着远处呢!” Open the window, I saw this wet alley again. Antique, I seem to hear the voice of Fuqin coming from a distant place. The old people said that in the past, many people have gone from this alley. For decades, few people have come back. Did they go to that island? I can only hold my chin, looking up at the sky, hoping to find something. Looking forward, hoping to see it, he flew on a swallow, and it lodged in the corrugated roof of the opposite house. I have big dark eyes and stare at its dark coat. At this time, Laner came to me and pointed at the swallow. He said happily, “Look, it looks at the distance!”