春风轻起,我沉默了多年的心弦,莫名地泛起了轻微的颤抖。一扑一扑,抖落下些许的微尘,释放出胸腔的炊烟、记忆的暗流。记忆的皱纹犹如一张旧日的卡带,断断续续,被时光的影针,一遍一遍地播放。突遇的轻风就像将时光的影像搁浅在青春里。我是一只风筝,飞在年轻而苦涩的年华里。我向往蓝天,崇尚辽 Spring breeze, I was silent for many years of heart, inexplicably a slight trembling. Rushed, shaking off some of the dust, release the thorax of the smoke, memory of the undercurrent. Memory of the wrinkles like a cassette of the old days, off and on, time-shading, playing over and over again. Sudden breezes are like stoning images of time in youth. I am a kite flying in young and bitter years. I long for the blue sky, advocating Liao