周末没有去商场，而是去梧桐区走了走。比起高楼大厦，我更喜欢钻进那些老弄堂里。
Didn’t go to the mall this weekend, but took a walk in the Plane Tree District. Compared to high-rise buildings, I prefer wandering into those old alleys.
弄堂口，几个爷叔正坐在躺椅上晒太阳、下象棋。旁边的晾衣杆上，挂着刚洗好的床单，随风飘动。
At the entrance of the alley, a few uncles were sitting on lounge chairs basking in the sun and playing chess. On the drying racks nearby, freshly washed bedsheets were hanging, fluttering in the wind.
你：“爷叔，谢谢侬问一声，老早搿搭有只炸猪排、油墩子个摊头伐？现在还勒海伐？”
(Ni: Yha sok, xhia xhia nong men yik san, lao zao ghek dek yhou zek za zy bha, yhou den zy hhek te dou fha? Yhi she hhe lek he fha?)
You: “Uncle, let me ask, was there a stall nearby selling fried pork chops and radish cakes? Is it still here?”爷叔：“哦哟，侬消息蛮灵通个嘛。埃只摊头老早就搬脱了，现在搬到前头一条马路个弄堂去了。”
(Ye su: O yo, nong xiao xik me lin tong hhek ma. E zek te dou lao zao jhiu boe tek lek, Yhi she boe dao xhi dhou yik dhiao mo lu hhek long dhang qi lek.)
Uncle: “Oh wow, you’re quite well-informed. That stall moved away a long time ago; now you can find it in the alley on the next street ahead.”
顺着爷叔指的路，我找到了那个小摊。买了一个刚出锅的油墩子，咬一口，外脆里嫩。
Following the uncle’s directions, I found the small stall. Bought a freshly fried radish cake, took a bite, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
看着弄堂里跑来跑去的小猫，听着街坊邻居用沪语大声打招呼。
Watching the kittens running around the alley, listening to neighbors greeting each other loudly in Shanghainese.
语言其实是长在生活里的。这些弄堂里的声音、味道和画面，比书本上的词汇要生动一万倍。
Language actually grows out of life. The sounds, tastes, and scenes in these alleys are ten thousand times more vivid than vocabulary in books.
这也是我坚持做这个多语记录的原因。希望那些初来乍到的人，也能体会到这种梧桐树下的市井浪漫。
This is also the reason I persist in keeping these multilingual records. I hope those who are new here can also experience this kind of romantic everyday life under the plane trees.