曲阜的街巷令我着迷。有青砖砌起的门市房,黑扁金字。我穿梭其间,在通往孔庙的大道上,却突然钻入了长满青苔的石缝。青苔之上是惊惶的车轮,子贡心急如焚地坐在车里。在这个格外凄清的夜里,车轮颠簸荡起回响,他却听见雷声。子贡突然想起七日前和子的对话。子病重,子贡前来。子拄 Qufu’s streets fascinated me. There is a blue brick shop room, black flat gold. As I travelled through the road leading to the Temple of Confucius, I suddenly got into the mossy moss. Above the moss is the thrilling wheel. Zigong is sitting in the car with eagerness. In this particularly clear night, the wheels thrashed and he heard thunder. Zigong suddenly remembered the dialogue with the son seven days ago. The child was seriously ill and Zigong came. Child