流年——秋行皖南

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<b>4、        古镇</b><br /><br /><br />破旧，热闹，拥挤的街道。<br />淡淡的尘土味道。<br />湿漉漉的青苔<br />刻着时光印记的石板。<br />小吃和纪念品。<br />一直以来，<br />关于古镇的符号。<br /><br />穿行在老旧的街道、祠堂、牌坊，<br />头顶上是一片阴霾的天空，<br />没有太阳，<br />永远的安详、宁静。<br />指尖划过明清时代传承下来的木门，铁栓，<br />一种亲切的微温。<br /><br />记忆里摸索着那一座座古老的城镇，<br />它们似乎从不曾老去。<br />比如这个深秋，<br />我正在路过的棠樾。<br />祠堂、牌坊，<br />述说着一个又一个忠孝礼义节的故事，<br />我从牌坊下走过的时候，有大群大群的<br />鸟从牌坊上悠然掠过。<br />它们思维简单，<br />却由此获得了自由。<br /><br />一阵风掠过，<br />小镇铺满了脆薄的黄叶<br />悉悉簌簌。<br />那些单薄、细碎的节奏，<br />在耳边窸窣不停。 <br />有一个在梦里行走的孩子，<br />从此迷路。<br /><br /><img src='https://photo4.yupoo.com/20061125/234338_1548626775_enydawkm.jpg' border='0' alt='user posted image' />

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