我在想这些老街只是街的雏形但它们的冷寂中分明写着孤傲它们仿若拈花之佛聆听世界的潮流在远处喧嚣我在想这些青石板木房子的老街陷在时间中是不是太深了陷在山坳里是不是太深了我看见它在临街的窗里饮泣我在想这些老街的窗外都伸出一截烟囱就像听装饮料的吸管它是在嘈杂的空 I think these old streets are just the prototype of the street but they are clearly written in the cold and lonely lonely They are like a lotus Buddha to listen to the trend of the world In the distance noisy I think these green stone house Old Street stuck in time is not it Too deep in the cove is not too deep I saw it in the window of the street crying I think these old streets are out of the window a chimney is like a can of drinking straws It is noisy empty