An alley skewers you and me Smiles bloom like flowers Zhang Jiawa, Li Jiajie, Wang Jiajie What a gracious salutation
An alleyway chronicles our lives The hustle and bustle of the past has disappeared into the sky The lively, quiet, busy, leisurely days have been turned into pictures Engraved in our minds Precipitated in our hearts Those happy times were like musical notes Flying at the top of our brows
Is the cherry tree on the wall of the Zhangjiayuan courtyard still there when I was a child? Are the children of the Zhou family there? What about the buddies in the neighbor's yard? Why are most of the elders who come today? If there is time How eager to get together with childhood playmates
A gray alley A memory of a quaint life Wind and rain eroded courtyard walls Tells the glory of the past The bluestone pavement carries the joy of the years The courtyards are home to countless interesting stories The days that passed steamed like fog What remains unchanged is the camaraderie between neighbors