郎官巷天后宫寻常巷陌,古韵幽幽。光与影掠过青瓦白墙,匆匆脚步流过青石板路,足音变换中复沓着历史与现代的交响。淡淡的馨香在古墙之间弥漫,红红的灯笼在屋檐下召唤。我常常徘徊在天后宫前,把对妈祖的敬仰虔诚地抒发。那些抑扬顿挫的诗句,回荡在小巷,恰如我与每一位路人共鸣的心音。早年往来于海上丝绸之路的客商们也许曾和我一样带着满怀的敬仰,向着妈祖慈悲的金身跪拜上香。茶香与烟火熏染了天后宫的穹顶,湛蓝的波涛 Lang Guan Lane Avenues unusual alley, ancient faint. Light and shadow passing through the green tile white wall, hurriedly flowed through the bluestone road, footsteps change complex with history and modern symphony. Faint fragrance filled the walls between the ancient, red lanterns summon under the eaves. I often wander in front of Thean Hou Temple and devoutly express my admiration for Matsu. Those rhymed verses, echoed in the alley, just as I resonate with every passer. Merchants who had traveled to and from the Silk Road on the Silk Road for a long time might have admired me as much as I did and bowed to the merciful golden body of Matsu. Tea and fireworks infected the dome of Thean Hou Temple, blue waves