轻掩的柴门终于缓缓打开,我看见时光从这里恣意而过,纵使草木荣枯。昨日记忆的碎片拼凑出一个清晰的轮廓,那是曾经老巷的模样。而它早已烙印在我脑海的深处,不曾离开。时光翻回七年前,我听见外公那辆老旧的自行车的“吱吱”声和我坐在外公身后的笑声,彼时夕阳西下暮霭沉沉,老巷显得如此宁静而安闲。驶过那青石板街、那黛色的一砖一瓦、那素面朝天的笑 Light cover of the firewood door finally slowly opened, I saw time passing from here, even if the vegetation glory. Yesterday, the pieces of memory pieced together a clear outline, it is the appearance of old Lane. And it has long been imprinted in the depths of my mind, never left. Seven years ago, when I heard the “creak” of my grandfather’s old bicycle and the laughter I was sitting outside, I was so quiet that the sunset seemed so quiet and peaceful. Passing the bluestone street, that Dai-color brick, that smile face-to-face