走进去,犹如走进一段老城的昔年岁月。每一块青石板,被时光打磨得光滑可爱。那上边,老城居民走过一代又一代;那上边,是一代又一代城里人抹不去的记忆——它曾经在纷至沓来的足音里,热情地奏响一路和弦;曾经就那么日复一日、月复一月、年复一年地,奉献着自己的青春,奉献着自己的温存;而与老城同栖,与岁月共舞…… Into the past, like a period of years into the old city. Each piece of quartzite, polished by the time smooth and lovely. Above that, the inhabitants of the Old City walked from generation to generation; on that side was a memory that generations of people in the city could not erase - it used to chorus all the way in the footsteps followed; Day, month after month, year after year, dedication of their own youth, dedication of their own warmth; and the habitat with the Old City, dancing with the years ......