记得很小的时候,住在一条小街上,每到赶集的时候人来人往很是热闹。遇到假日会和小朋友一起去凑热闹。小街上吆喝声、叫卖声此起彼落,街边的小贩和买东西的人的争吵声是留在那段记忆最难忘的声音。赶集结束后的小街一片狼藉,一下雨,整条小街都是腐烂的垃圾。那时候,总是在想,他们为什么要吵呢?小小的一条街,平和的表面下是道不尽的闲言碎语。幸福显得支离而破碎。 I remember a very young age, living in a small street, every time when people come and go very busy. Encounter the holidays and children together to join the fun. Whispers in the streets, cries shuffle, street vendors and people who buy the bickering sound is the memory of the most memorable memories of that period. The street after the end of the fair a mess, it rains, the entire street are rotten garbage. At that time, always thinking, why did they quarrel? A small street, under the surface of peace is endless gossip. Happiness seems fragmented.