夏末到秋初夜市都有黄桷兰卖,是清美的事。一条夜市街道在我住的附近。黄昏时分,露水起来,夜市开始沸腾,如同一场世俗烟火的宴席,不舍暗下来的夜,延续至天明。我常常在深夜里,被窗外飘进来的香气撩醒。那浓浓的香味满是市井的味道、最底层的民间气息,轻轻柔柔,在屋里飘着,荡着,让夜里醒来的人们,真实地感受着隐于市,活于市的状态。 Summer evening to early autumn and night markets are sold Betulan, is a beautiful thing. A night market street is near me. Twilight, dew, the night market began to boil, as a banquet of secular pyrotechnics, not forgetting the dark night, extending to the dawn. I often wake up in the middle of the night by the smell of the air floating in the window. That thick fragrance full of the taste of the market, the bottom of the folk flavor, gently soft, floating in the room, swinging, so wake up at night people really feel hidden in the city, live in the city’s state .