“天坛的明月,北海的风,卢沟桥的狮子,潭柘寺的松。唱不够那红墙黄瓦的太和殿,道不尽那十里长街卧彩虹。”不用说您就知道我说的是哪个城市。没错,就是北京。去年暑假我到京城小住几日,走街串巷,发现这个城市别有一番风味。人们都把老北京人叫“胡同串子”。“串子”们一见面就问:“住大栅栏还是鲜鱼口啊,您哪?”什么都是“您”呀“您”的,显得特亲切, “The moon of the Temple of Heaven, the wind of the North Sea, the lion of Lugouqiao, the pine of Tanba Temple, the Taihedian, which is not enough for the red wall and the yellow wall, can not be found. Which city to talk about? That’s right, Beijing. Last summer, I went to the capital for a few days and walked down the street to find out that the city did not have some flavor. People call old Peking Man ”alley string “. ”Squad “ are as soon as they meet to ask: ”live Dashilan or fresh fish mouth, ah, what are you “ ”“ ”“ you ”,