六月的小雨,淅淅沥沥,我所在的这座苏北小城笼罩在潮湿的雨雾之中。晚饭后散步归来,路过信箱,偶然一瞥,竟是一张从丽江寄来的明信片。明信片是一幅晨光的摄影图片。一条由青石板铺成的小巷子延伸到古城深处,湿润的天气,青山在望,灯笼低垂,顺着两侧的檐角看去,天地间挤出亮缎般的春光。老人坐在门槛上静静做活,小狗摇着尾巴在门前奔跑轻吠,围着远来的客旅打转,一片阒 Light rain in June, lingering, the small town in northern Jiangsu where I shrouded in damp rain and fog. After dinner walk back, passing mailbox, a glimpse of a glance, was actually a postcard sent from Lijiang. The postcard is a morning photographic picture. A small alley paved with quartzite extends to the depths of the ancient city. In wet weather, the green hills are looking down and the lanterns are hanging down. Looking down at the cornices of both sides, the bright spring of satin is extruded from the sky. Sitting quietly on the threshold of the elderly live, the dog shaking his tail ran in the front of the house barking, around a long journey to the traveler, a 阒