Then came to the alley that seemed to be unfamiliar
It hides winter and summer clothes
Unfold only sporadic new greens
While I immerse myself in memories
A drizzle of rain falls
The light outside the alley is extravagant
The flowers and plants are all slender
A narrow tunnel of space-time
The hustle and bustle of childhood gushed out memories
What kind of mood to walk through the alleys
Look back
There are already high-rise buildings there