我喜欢穿行在巷子里。如遇有清风,风在枝头而过,踩动小小的香樟叶,悉悉索索的,似笔尖在纸上擦擦而行。风再大一些,翻动了水桐叶,软扑扑的声响,仿佛水乡里的哗哗桨音,过了古老的桥洞,遥遥地鼓动耳膜。这时,光阴是清凉的,安逸的,馨香的,似水中的薄荷液,气息盈盈然的浮动在视线里。 I like to walk in the alley. In case of breeze, the wind in the branches and stepped on a small leaf of cinnamon, knowing Soso, like nib on the paper and rub it. Wind and then larger, turning the leaves of Indus, soft sound flutter, as if paddling sound paddle in the water village, after an ancient bridge hole, agitated eardrums. At this time, the time is cool, cozy, fragrant, like the water in the peppermint, breath Yingying floating in the line of sight.