酒香不怕巷子深。这句流传甚广的老话，一直深深印在我的脑子里。少时，家住南方古城。小城破败不堪，稍具规模的街道屈指可数，更多的是些曲曲弯弯的小巷，恰似北方胡同一样。人走进逼仄的巷子，简直像误入迷魂阵，七弯八拐，晕头转向，兜了半天圈子，抬头一看又回到了老地方? Wine is not afraid of alley deep. This widely circulated remarks has always been imprinted in my mind. Little time, they live in the ancient city of the South. Small town dilapidated, a handful of the streets of a handful, more of the winding alley, just like the northern alley. People into the narrow alley, just like into the ecstasy array, seven bells and eight shivers, confused, pocket for a long time, looked up and returned to the old place?