午后,走进小巷,似乎走进一片宁静里,没有汽车喇叭的喧嚣,没有人声的鼎沸,厚积岁月的青石板路上是容不下汽车的张扬的,它更乐于接受脚踩鞋踏和轻柔的车轮,我就这样悠哉惬意地走在小巷的青石板路上,感受着小巷里的烟火生活。隔着门墙,屋内传来锅碗瓢盆的碰撞声、洗刷声,不时传来几声孩子的逗乐声,夹杂着欢笑声,许是爷爷奶奶们在含饴弄孙吧,那温馨的画面该是多 Afternoon, into the alley, it seems to walk into a quiet, no car horn no noise, no sound of Dingding, thick quartzite on the road is tolerant to the publicity of the car, it is more willing to accept the foot pedal and Gentle wheels, I am so leisurely walk in the Alley Qingshi Road, feel the alley of fireworks. Across the door wall, the house came the pots and pans collision sound, wash the sound, from time to time came the sound of several children’s funny, mixed with laughter, and perhaps Grandpa grandmother in the right, including that warm picture This is more