年少时的梦是不会凋零的花。很小的时候,迷恋手中的玩具,迟迟不愿睡去。于是妈妈说:“快睡吧!再不睡,巫婆就会骑着扫把把你带走。”于是抬头看看天空,恰好有流星滑落,长长的扫把样的尾巴划破夜空。也许坐在咖啡馆里的罗琳手里的笔才是真正的魔杖,轻轻一点便将我们从未见过的世界呈现在眼前:苏格兰里有一座施了麻瓜驱逐咒的肉眼凡胎无缘得见的城堡,花白胡子的邓不利多在里面,满头银发的英俊少年德拉科在里面,脸上长满雀斑的 Young dreams are flowers that will not fade. When I was very young, I was obsessed with the toys in my hands and had been reluctant to sleep. So my mother said: “Hurry up! If you don’t sleep, the witch will take you away with a broom.” Then he looked up at the sky, and the meteor slipped. A long broom-like tail pierced the night sky. Perhaps the pen in Rowling’s hand, sitting in the cafe, is the real wand, and the world that we’ve never seen before is presented to us in a little bit: There’s a blind eye in Scotland that expels the muggles of Muggles. The castle that was visible, Dumbledore with a white beard was inside, and the handsome young boy Draco with his silver hair was there, freckled on his face.