北京多棋摊。笔者居住的团结湖,除了去年在街道两旁栽花种草,变得比过去更美之外;还有一美,就是老人们围成的一个个棋摊。入夜华灯亮起之时,草坪反射出翡翠般的绿色,虽然撩人思绪,但是那些绿色光环笼罩下的棋摊,更勾人想念,引人痴醉。为了解除一天的写作疲惫。我常常在斜阳西照 Beijing chess booth. Tuanjiehu, where I live, except last year, planted flowers and grass on both sides of the street, became more beautiful than in the past. There is also one beauty, one chess stand enclosed by the old people. At night when the Chinese lantern lights up, the lawn reflects the emerald green, although sultry thoughts, but those green aura shrouded under the chess, more hook people miss, attracted intoxicated. To relieve the tiredness of a day’s writing. I often sway in the west