那是条小巷,江南常见的小巷。巷子被粉墙夹持着,很深很深,深得如同岁月一样绵远悠长。巷子里铺着的细麻石子,也被岁月的齿痕打磨得光光亮亮。一个老人静静地坐在巷子里,他是个瞎子。巷子很静,偶尔的,有老太太买菜,提着篮子走过;有老头散步,拐杖敲着石子路,一路敲过去。然后一切又恢复了寂静,只有墙头几朵花儿,在零零散散地开着。老人静静地坐在一条凳子上。一只大黄狗卧在他的腿边,间或叫两声,声音红 It is an alley, a common alley in the south of the Yangtze River. The alley was gripped by a powder wall, deep and deep, deep as long as the years. The fine pebbles paved in the alley were polished by the teeth marks of the years. An old man sat quietly in the alley. He was a blind man. The alley is quiet. Occasionally, the old lady buys vegetables and walks through the basket. The old man walks and the cane knocks on the gravel road, knocking all the way. Then everything was restored to silence. There were only a few flowers on the wall. They were scattered and scattered. The old man sat quietly on a stool. A big yellow dog is lying on his legs, or two sounds, the sound is red