想起曾经的那段小弄岁月,尘封的记忆便如一扇长满青苔的木门“吱呀”一声打开。我离开小弄时年岁尚小(六岁的光景),关于它的记忆也只是一个个残缺的片段,如同隔着一层迷茫的雾气,不甚真切,却又平添几分朦胧之美。对现在的我 Think of the little old days that have been, dusty memories like a wooden door covered with moss “squeak ” opened up. When I was young, I was young (six years old) when I was young, and my memories about it were just a few fragments. As a confused fog separated each other, it was not very real, but added some misty beauty. For me now