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偶然间,放学路上遇到一条小巷,橘黄色的光线透过窄窄的门面,斜射进来,洒满被岁月刻磨出条条裂痕的青石板路,放学归来的孩子们互相打闹着,似一群叽叽喳喳的小鸟。记忆中也有一条小巷。青砖灰瓦,总是笼着淡淡的炊烟,比江南雨巷的委婉柔媚多了丝亲切与温馨。每每到了吃饭的点,巷子里总传来高亢的叫喊声:“嘿,老铁匠,吃饭了吗?到我家吃吧。”“李姨,有料酒吗?借我用点。”“张爷,拿点蒜走。”作为孩子的我们,总是担任大人间的送货员抑或是传话筒,怀中抱着瓶瓶
Occasionally, after school on the road to encounter an alley, the orange light through the narrow facade, oblique came in, sprinkled by years of grinding cracks on the bluestone Road, returning from school children slapstick with each other, Like a group of twitter birds. There is also an alley in memory. Bricks of gray brick, always with a touch of smoke, more gentle than the gentle lane of Jiangnan silk cordial and warm. Whenever I come to eat, altogether there is a high-pitched shout in the alley: “Hey, the old blacksmith, have you eaten? Come eat at my house.” “ ”Zhang Ye, take some garlic to go. " As a child, we always served as an adult deliveryman or pass microphone, holding a bottle in his arms