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没有话。和同窗淡淡告别,穿进了那条熟悉的小巷。这条幽幽的小巷深处有扇古老的雕花门在等我。没有风,却很冷。初春的寒意不亚于隆冬,我拉了拉衣襟。暮色四合,该是张灯的时候了,小巷却很黑。又是元宵,宁波阿婆应和往年一样端着碗热气腾腾的汤圆儿,倚着那扇老门在把我张望吧。阿毛手里不知又换了盏什么花灯……想到这里,冰冷的心底略微浮起暖意。终于走到了小巷尽头,素日锅碗瓢盆的喧闹竟绝了声迹。黑暗从巷口延伸至巷尾,
Nothing. Fuck farewell to the classmates and walked into the familiar alley. There is an ancient carved door in the depths of this faint alley waiting for me. No wind, but it is cold. The chill in the early spring is no less than the winter, I pulled the clothes. It’s time for a lamp, and the alley is dark. It is also Lantern. Ningbo’s grandmother should have a bowl of steaming rice balls as in previous years, leaning on the old door and looking at me. Ah Mao I do not know what changed and what lanterns ... ... think of this, the cold heart slightly float warmth. Finally came to the end of the alley, the clamor of the bowls and pans of Suzhin was actually a soundtrack. The darkness extends from the alley to the end of the lane.