清梦一场“断喝一声天地小,醉眼三分看英豪”。角儿终于在一片锣鼓丝竹声中登场了,底下是一片叫好声。我轻轻起身,挤过人群,出了戏院。已是清晨五点,星光暗淡,晓风拂面。舒了一口气,将刚才的嘈杂抛在了脑后。踏上回旅寓的石拱桥,桥上有位年老的清道夫正在清扫,竹枝条帚发出“沙沙”之声。桥下河平如镜,偶有一只乌篷船悄然经过,橹声咿咿,留下一缕清波。下了桥是一条清静的小街, Dreaming “break drink world small, drunk eyes one-third see the hero ”. Horns finally appeared in a gong and bamboo sound, the bottom is a good sound. I gently up, squeezed through the crowd, out of the theater. It is five o’clock in the morning, the stars dim, Xiao Feng breeze. Sigh, the noise just thrown behind. Embark on the stone arch bridge back to the apartment, an elderly scavenger on the bridge is cleaning, bamboo branches broom issue “sand ” sound. Bridge under the bridge as a mirror, and occasionally an awning vessel quietly passed, sobbing, leaving a ray of clear waves. Under the bridge is a quiet street,