站在筷子街街口,仿佛站在时光的断层中——当你仰望,周围皆是钢筋水泥,石头森林;当你平视,是低低矮矮的砖房和来自上个世纪的回忆;而当你俯首,敲一敲时光,你看见的却是箸上的乾坤,聆听的是早已远去的乡音。 Standing on the chopstick street, as if standing in the fault of time - when you look around, surrounded by concrete, stone forest; when you look at the level, is a low and short brick house and memories from the last century; When you bow and tap at the time, what you see is the heaven and earth. It is the country that has long gone.