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二十多年没去朔门老街了,朔门老街在我的心中是一张泛黄的老照片——奶奶牵着我的手,我们俩慢悠悠地走在青石板的路面上,她津津有味地给我讲着蓑衣井和风火墙的故事。我却被那斑驳古老、高高低低的格扇门窗吸引住了,不时地回头望着、望着……夕阳西下,落日的余辉斜照在屋顶上,那层层叠叠的瓦片沫上了一层迷人的金色。我突然闻到了猪油糕那醉人的香气,便甩开奶奶的手,飞快地向那家小吃店跑去……
More than 20 years did not go to Shumen Men Street, and Shumen Men Street in my heart is a yellowed old photos - my grandmother holding my hand, we both walk leisurely on the pavement of the quartzite, she Taste me to tell the story of 蓑 clothing wells and fire wall. I was attracted by the mottled, high and low lattice doors and windows, looking back and forth from time to time ... Looking down at the sunset, the setting sun shone on the roof, the layers of tile foam A layer of charming gold. Suddenly I smelled the intoxicating aroma of lasagna and left my grandmother’s hand and ran quickly to that snack bar ...