起初是寂寞的,一切都处在静止之中。会感到昆虫都隐藏在另一些不为人知的空气里,望着我们的脚步,使用着一些很古老的语言。阳光哗啦啦地流动,明亮地浸透经行之处,才让我们恍然知晓,眼前的院墙、门户以及屋檐早已变得苍老。它们身躯上的尘土正在若隐若现地往下剥落,习已为常,但也充满着同样的寂寞。我悄悄地行进着,沉着地呼吸,穿梭在被风雨侵蚀得深重的窄巷腹中。 At first it was lonely, everything was at rest. Will feel insects are hidden in other unknown air, looking at our pace, using some very old language. The sunshine crashed flow brightly soaked through the line, let us suddenly know, in front of the courtyard, the portal and the eave has become old. The dust on their bodies is loosening downward, habitual, but full of the same loneliness. I walked quietly, breathing calmly, shuttling down the narrow alley that was so eroded by the storm.