老巷子的南头,是一片热闹的小集市,集市上做买卖的多数是卖菜的,有很少一部分是卖杂货的。天气晴朗的时候,卖菜的人会三五成群凑着打牌,任凭他们的菜被晒干,打牌似乎成为这块地方年轻人和老人的主要娱乐活动。但在这些人中有一位是不受这些诱惑的,他常穿着一件深绿色的军衣和一条米灰色的西裤,头发白掉了一圈,只剩下中间一小块是黑色的,我不知道他来自哪里,也不知道他叫什么名字,我常叫他“老先生”。 The south side of the old alley is a lively little bazaar. The majority of the market’s buying and selling is selling vegetables, and a small part is selling groceries. When the weather is fine, people selling vegetables will play cards in groups, allowing their dishes to be dried. Playing cards seems to be the main entertainment for young people and the elderly in this area. But one of these people is not subject to these temptations. He often wears a dark green army uniform and a beige gray trousers. His hair is lost in a white circle, leaving only a small piece of black in the middle. I don’t know where he came from, I don’t know what his name is, I often call him “old man”.