五月的姑苏城,昨日还是连绵而清冷的雨,今晨阳光已轻抚人间,似乎在迎接我们这些风尘仆仆的远客。踩着小巷青石板铺就的路,不觉已到苏州十中的门前。同行者有人在门口拍照,然后大家一起与门内迎接的人会合。而我却被门外白墙上两首硬笔书写的诗歌留住了脚步,于是轻轻吟诵起其中的一首:《夏天的第一辆马车》我听见北海的歌你映着夜空的颜色我找到许愿池和白鸽时光的眼泪也会干涸 May’s Gusu City, yesterday was a continuous and cold rain, this morning the sun has been caressing the world, it seems that we are greet these far-off guests. Stepping on the alley Qingshi Paved road, I feel it has been in front of Suzhou ten. Someone at the door photographed friends, and then everyone together with the door to meet people. But I was kept in the footsteps of two hard-penned poems on the white wall just outside the door, so one of them was gently recite: “The First Carriage of Summer” I heard the song of the North Sea reflect the color of the night sky My tears in the wishing pool and the white dove also dried up