曾经的我们,生活幸福、平淡、乐呵儿。悠长的巷子,平静的院落,蓝色天空下的屋檐。屋檐上停着或掠过的鸽子,那是曾经的我们。就连冬日的早晨也飘着迷离的清雾,无论城市和乡村,诗意仿佛凝固。大人们、孩子们都做着各自属于自己的手工。曾经的我们都知道,鸡犬相闻,深巷春雨,清早卖花。我们能听到“磨剪子、锵菜刀”的叫卖声,能听到清晨巷子里卖豆腐木梆子的响动,我们甚至还都知道去凑左邻右舍正在发生的故事中的热闹。我们无论在里弄巷口,还是在 Once we, happy life, dull, Lele children. Long alley, calm courtyard, eaves under the blue sky. The pigeons, parked or skimmed on the eaves, are us once. Even in the winter morning also blurred blurred fog, both urban and rural, poetry as if frozen. Adults, children are doing their own hand. We used to know that chickens and dogs smell, deep alley spring flowers, flowers early in the morning. We can hear the barking of the scissors, the son of a knife, the tingling clogs in the early morning alley, and even we all know the excitement of going on the ongoing story. Whether we get in Lane alley, or in