雨淅淅沥沥地下了一夜,雨水顺着瓦檐流下,打在青石板上,溅起了一朵朵小小的水花。烟雨蒙,犹如轻烟弥漫,似散不去的往事,又恰如迷离的今朝。漫步在窄巷中,端详用青砖堆砌而成的房屋。那青砖经过岁月的洗礼,已经变得光滑无比,靠近地面的地方还长满了青苔。 Puddle Rainy night underground, rain flows down the tile eaves, hit the bluestone, splashing a blossoming little water. Amidst the mist, as if filled with light smoke, like the past can not be scattered, but also just as blurred. Walk in the narrow alley, the details of brick piled houses. The brick, after years of baptism, has become very smooth, near the ground covered with moss.