I returned that old street not self-consciously again, once old street, the brick wall that once mottledded, once the door window of carve patterns or designs on woodwork, once white wall black tile, once old neighbor small alley.
我不自觉地又回到了那条老街，曾经的老街，曾经斑驳的砖墙，曾经雕花的门窗，曾经的白墙黑瓦，曾经的老街坊小弄堂。
I like to be sung greatly here " of Shanghai 1943 " , cared about me to whether sing tune without the person, the song that cares about me without the person is pleasant, everything is affable, even if does not belong the person here this to me.
我喜欢在这里大唱《上海的一九四三》，没有人在意我是否唱走了调，没有人在意我的歌是否动听，一切都是友善的，即便对我这个不属于这里的人。
I like to listen to an old person on the street to pull a two-stinted bowed instrument with a lower register than Jingo here. Unruffled countenance, connecting tweedle even is unruffled, without a bit impurity, the melody that I think the old person is pulled toughly very dark blue is cool, still have a few light sadness. Because this is the disposition of old street, because this attributes this old market originally.
我喜欢在这里听街对面的一位老人拉二胡。安详的面容，甚至连琴声都是安详的，没有一点杂质，我固执地认为老人拉的曲子很沧凉，还有一些淡淡的忧伤。因为这是老街的性格，因为这原本就属于这条老街。
I remember that moment often is in the booth of one wife and children of old street has a thing, like to park the car in the road among, over there very carefree, have car alarm rarely. The life on street edge is very optional, very comfortable, write a composition however true.
我想起那时候常常在老街的一家小摊吃东西，喜欢把车停在路中间，那里很悠闲，很少有车辆惊扰。街边上的生活很随意，很自在，却作文又真实。
I like to enjoy the little pleasure in sunset twilight here, bit of thing is bought to eat on the small vendor's stand that also likes to be here, not merely for cram oneself with food, the sound of ” of “ grow grow that the oil in loving to listen to boiler more however gives out. In the city all Bacchic can block outer limit, all trouble can roll oil in, be remained only and old market is euqally pure oneself.
我喜欢在这里享受日落余辉中的一点点快乐，也喜欢在这里的小摊上买点东西吃，不只为了填饱肚子，而是更爱听锅中的油发出的“滋滋”声。城市中所有的喧闹都可以挡在外边，所有的烦恼都可以滚入油中，只剩下和老街一样单纯的自己。
I am recalling a variety of voice, want to remember be being written down however very much must not, because those buckish noise already walked into old street, old street will not answer exist.
我回忆着种种声音，很想记得却记不得，因为那些浮华的噪音已走进老街，老街将不复存在。
Uptodate old street, the advertisement that everywhere wears heavy make-up it is thus clear that and move back and forth roundtrip car, appear blundering with mixed and disorderly.
现时的老街，随处可见浓妆艳抹的广告和穿梭往返的汽车，显得浮躁与杂乱。
Old market goes with it, my past, became a diary slowly, evolution became memory. Everything in impression, do not carry time on the head it seems that elapse.
老街和它的过去，我的过去，慢慢变成了日记，演化成了回忆。印象中的一切，似乎都顶不住时间的流逝。
Very return the past hard, static hear echo. Face in former days old street, my attaching Dan Yong is abandoned at abandoning.
很努力地回到过去，静听回声。面对昔日的老街，我依恋但勇于舍弃。(文/王洁)