小时候,凌源城在我眼里是个遥远、神秘的地方。大小什字街的两旁,拥拥挤挤的青瓦房将曾经的繁华一览无遗地呈现。街道上店铺林立,人影攒动,是一幅古画的意境和喧哗。柏油路上跑汽车,也走马车,仿佛是时光刻意保留的怀旧道具,招摇过市中彰显着一份极不和谐的嘈杂之美。柳树在人行道上随风起舞。城市群山环抱,山望得见,却不在跟前,在雾霭朦胧的早晨和暮色微雨的黄昏,也瞧得见山顶处的烟笼雾绕或乱云飞渡。城里有老爷庙,和其他旧的事物一样,在 As a child, Lingyuan City in my eyes is a distant, mysterious place. Large and small on both sides of the word street, crowded crowded green tile house will be once the bustling at a glance. Streets of shops everywhere, moving people, is an ancient painting mood and noise. Run the car on the asphalt road, also took the carriage, as if the time and time reserved for the nostalgic props, swagger through the city highlights a very discordant noisy beauty. Willow dancing on the sidewalk. City surrounded by mountains, the mountain can see, but not in the fog in the hazy morning and evening twilight, but also see the top of the smoke cages around the fog or cloud flying clouds. There are temples in the city, just like other old things