(一)小巷突然想起乡间的小巷。在四月的阳光与花香里,那些曲折幽深的小巷如同一匹小鹿一样,闯进了我日益暗淡的记忆。和现在街道整齐划一的乡村不同,记忆里,村子里似乎只有两条大街,然后以此为中心,向四面辐射。一条巷子,多则十几家,少则三四家,还有一家独占一条巷子。那是一种不规则的格局,犹如迷宫,每一条小巷都有可能是一条死胡同,每一条小岔路也都有可能通向 (A) alley suddenly remembered the country lane. In the sunshine and flowers of April, those winding alleyways broke into my dim memories as a deer. Different from the neat villages in the streets nowadays, in memory there seems to be only two main streets in the village, and then it radiates on all sides. An alley, as many as a dozen, ranging from three or four, there is an exclusive alley. That is an irregular pattern, like a maze, every alley may be a dead end, every small fork may also lead to