据说,过去北京城内的每一条胡同都有庙,或大或小总有一座。这或许有夸张成分。但慢慢回想,我住过以及我熟悉的胡同里,确实都有庙或庙的遗迹。在我出生的那条胡同里,与我家院门斜对着,曾经就是一座小庙。我见到它时它已改作油坊,庙门、庙院尚无大变,唯走了僧人,常有马车运来大包小包的花生、芝麻,院子里终日磨声隆隆,呛人的油脂味经久不散。推磨的驴们轮换着在门前的空地上休息,打滚儿,大惊小怪地喊叫。 It is said that in the past, every alley in the city of Beijing had a temple, with one big or one small. This may be an exaggeration. However, I slowly recalled that there are indeed ruins of temples or temples where I lived and in the alleyways I was familiar with. In the alley where I was born, facing my courtyard door, I used to be a small temple. When I saw it, it was changed to oil mill, the temple door, and the temple was still intact. Only the monks had gone away, and peanuts, sesame seeds and sesame seeds, Endless. Push the grinning donkeys to rotate in the open space on the ground to rest, tumbling, fuss yelled.