青石的街道,向晚,紧掩的窗扉,粗粝的灰墙内,寂寞的女子放下半成的刺绣,听车轮辚辚,听马蹄达达,忍不住轻叹口气,今夕何夕,他乡故乡,是何处的过客,是哪方的归人,心念抵不住疲倦,苔痕也渐然暗去……能入诗的生活,倚赖这乖巧的景致,红颜刹那衰老,只这夕照滞重炊烟轻腾,千年传承,依旧鲜活。日升月落,岁月倏忽,这碎石青瓦的长街里巷,仿佛流动着旧时的呼吸,让人生出几许温婉的感动。鼓楼的坊巷是旧日福州城的中心,我与三坊七巷并没有多少可称道的渊源,我童年寄居在三保的外婆家,从小生活在台江码头的附近,做过许多年无拘无束的 Bluestone street, late, tightly cover the windows, coarse gray wall, the lonely woman put down half embroidery, listen to the wheel 辚 辚, listen to the horseshoe Dada, could not help but sigh tone, today evening, His hometown, where is the passing, is which side of the people, the heart can not resist the tired, the moss is also gradually dim ... ... can enter poetry life, relying on this well-behaved scenery, the moment of aging, only this Sunset heavy smoke light, millennium heritage, still fresh. Rise and fall of the moon, the years suddenly ignorant, this crushed stone tile Long Lane Lane, as if the flow of the old breath, let the life of a few gentle touched. The Drum Tower Square Lane is the center of the old Fuzhou City, I and Sanfangqixiang not much praiseworthy origin, my childhood residence in Sampoong’s grandmother, I lived in the vicinity of the Taijiang Ferry Pier, has done many years without restraint