我上课的教室是在四楼,透过窗可以看到天空,那小镇上空整日都笼罩着灰尘、落寞着的天空。记得儿时的天空。那定格在一张泛黄的老相片上的一片水蓝色的天幕布。我和一群小朋友拉着线仰望天空的一只风筝,额前短短的刘 My class was in the classroom on the fourth floor, the sky was visible through the window, and the sky over the town was covered with dust and lonely days. Remember the childhood sky. That fixed in a yellowed old photo on a blue curtain. I and a group of children holding a line looking up at the sky a kite, short front Liu