我常执拗地思恋成都,把它想象成一棵大树,扎根于肥沃富饶的土地,纵横交错的街道是大大小小的树枝,比肩相连的四合院是密密麻麻的树叶。古树默默地镇守着川西平原,俯瞰着人世间的悲欢离合与沧桑岁月。推开四合院大门,宛如翻开成都历史。雅拙古朴的蓉城民宅大同小异,然而四合院的主人却演绎着不同的故事。 I often stubbornly think of Chengdu, think of it as a tree, rooted in fertile land, criss-cross the streets are large and small branches, shoulder to shoulder courtyard is dense leaves. Old trees quietly guarding the plain in western Sichuan, overlooking the joys and sorrows of the world and the vicissitudes of life. Open the courtyard door, like turning the history of Chengdu. Abundance of ancient Zhuo Rong Zhuo Ya Zhuo houses are more or less the same, but the owner of the courtyard is different interpretations of different stories.