多年以后, 你快乐憨厚的笑脸, 如一张发黄的老照片, 在我记忆中有模有样。 你来去匆匆的脚步, 如我儿时的玩具车, 始终在我梦境中晃动。 哦,老街坊,你现在何方? 是不是真的有那么老, 是不是已经儿孙满堂。 偶尔想起, 你闲坐喝盖碗茶的时候, 总喜欢哼几句川戏, 总喜欢骂贪官他娘 Years later, your happy simple and honest smile, such as a yellow old photo, in my memory there is a model. You come and gone hurriedly, like my childhood toy car, always shaking in my dream. Oh, old neighbors, where are you now? Are you really old, full of children and grandchildren? Occasionally think of you sit back and drink cup of tea, always like to hum a few Chuan opera, always like to scold corrupt officials