踏上石板街 ,穿过一波三折的小胡同。红砖 ,灰瓦 ,黑漆大门半开半掩着 ,院子不大。屋檐下串着通红的辣椒和晒干的萝卜条 ,几架黄瓜正努力地向上爬。门口悬挂着铃铛和一个纸做的风车 ,风一吹 ,铃铛丁冬作响 ,风车吱吱地转。看样子这家人过得满是舒坦。男人是工厂里的车工 ,文化 Set foot on the stone street, through twists and turns of the small alley. Red brick, gray tile, black paint half open door half open, the yard is not large. Striking red peppers and dried radish strips under the eaves, several cucumbers are trying to climb. The door was hung with bells and a paper windmill, the wind blows, bells Tingdong sound, the windmill creak turn. It looks like the family is full of comfortable. Man is a turner in the factory, culture