初春的北京,依然寒气逼人,但我总喜欢逢三隔五地将书房的窗户打开,看窗外熙熙人流,最重要的还是想让清冽的风灌进我的胸膛,梳理我的杂念。窗外杨树的沙沙声在夜里显得十分清朗,黑夜中还偶有雨滴从房檐坠下。噢,这沙沙声原来是下雨了。一晃随爸妈到北京6年整,我也早已习惯了杨树如雨的沙沙声。雾渐渐起来了,空气也变得少 Beijing in the early spring is still cold, but I always like to open the windows of the study every three, every five, and see the stream of people and heresy. The most important thing is to let the fresh air flow into my chest and sort out my distractions. Poplar rustling out the window was very clear at night, there are occasional raindrops falling from the eaves in the night. Oh, this rustle was raining. Flash with my parents to Beijing for 6 years, I have long been accustomed to poplar rains. The fog is getting stronger and the air is getting less