那时候的清晨静得纯粹。没有车啸,没有人沸,甚至,也没有虫喧鸟鸣。青石板铺就的古老小街,有着麻花辫子般的柔软质地。仿佛,风一吹,脚一跺,它就能腾起来,飞出去,又稳稳地再回来,躺回地面。街的两边,是褐色廊柱的木质房屋。廊柱之内,一间间铺面紧闭着,如路上的青石板。铺面之内却是醒了,暗河一般汩汩地淌:货物腾挪的声音,门开合,倒水泼水,脚板击地,娃子们(小伙计)的哈欠声…… At that time the morning was pure and pure. No car whistling, no one boiling, or even no pests and birds. Paleolithic bluestone street, with a twisty braid-like soft texture. It seems as if the wind blows, and the foot strikes, it will soar and fly and come back steadily back to the ground. On both sides of the street, is a brown colonnaded wooden houses. Within the pillars, a pavement between the closed, such as the bluestone on the road. Within the pavement it is awake, dark river generally staggering: the sound of goods moving, the door open and close, pouring water splashing, feet hit the ground, the children (kids) yawn ......