一座城,新城区是车水马龙的长篇恢弘巨制,那么,老城区深处的凹凹巷,就是一篇百年烟火熏出来的碑文。喜欢凹凹巷,一眼看去,砖瓦之间平平仄仄,曲巷一波三折,小街七弯八拐,回味十分悠长。进凹凹巷,节奏突然慢下来,气温突然凉下来。这里都是无名的平民居住着,过些不咸不淡的流水日子。每家的门窗都小,看不清里面的子丑寅卯,于是每家内部的气象都不显山不露水,哗啦啦一去数年,只见烟火熏黑的檐口,挂张蛛网半年 A city, the new city is a busy grand grand system, then, the old city of the concave alley, is a hundred years smoked fire out of the inscription. Like concave concave alley, glance, flat between the tiles, Qu Lane twists and turns, the streets seven curved eight Shui, aftertaste is very long. Into the concave alley, the tempo suddenly slow down, the temperature suddenly cool down. Here are unnamed civilians living, some salty water is not short of days. Each door and window are small, can not see the inside of the ugly Yin Yin Mao, so every internal weather is not significant mountain does not dew, crashed a few years to go, I saw smoke blackened cornice, hanging Zhang cobwebs for six months