唯一的镜头里,青苔长满老墙,那些生机盎然的绿,终究掩盖不了岁月的沧桑。从巷头走到巷尾,老城和我一样,一言不发。它的沉默寡言已经给我最好的回答。我是个容易念旧的人。尤其在深夜,老城的咳嗽声接连不断,我似乎又听到雨滴在石板路上的声音,那一晚,老城失了眠。怀孕的风说到老城里乘凉,她饱满的乳房贴在老城的胸口,她还带了两把蒲扇, The only footage of moss over the old walls, full of vibrant green, after all, can not cover the vicissitudes of years. From the alley to the end of the road, the old city, like me, did not say anything. Its taciturn has given me the best answer. I am an easy old man. Especially in the middle of the night, the cough of the old town continued one after another, and I seemed to hear the sound of raindrops on the stone road. That night, the old city lost sleep. The wind of pregnancy said to the old town in the shade, her full breasts affixed to the chest in the Old City, she also brought two Pushan,