晏城不像一座城,倒像一个稍大的村庄,史书上称它为镇。1970年初次来到这个地方,在我童年的眼里,看到的是一幅破败萧索的风景画,晏城无精打采的蜷缩在一条南北狭长的土沙岗上,天地苍黄,四野茫茫,荒凉的印象只有在西北大漠里才能找到。两横短一竖长的三条街坑坑洼洼,生出的小巷胡同细长逼仄,土屋靠着土房,矮墙连着篱笆,挨挨挤挤,参差错落,毫无规则,紧闭的柴门里鸡鸣狗吠,不闻人语。有肩背粪筐的拾粪老人 Yancheng unlike a city, rather like a slightly larger village, the history book called it the town. In 1970, I came to this place for the first time. In my childhood, I saw a picture of a dilapidated landscape, and Yan City listlessly huddled in a long, narrow ridge of sand and sand on the north and south. The impression can only be found in the desert in the northwest. Two short and long vertical three potholes, gave birth to alley slender narrow alley, soil house against the soil, low walls connected to the fence, to suffer squeeze crowded, mixed, no rules, closed Chai Menli chicken Barking, do not smell words. Shoulder dung basket pick manure