窗外,淅淅沥沥的春雨,案头,滴滴答答的时钟。随着4月的日历被轻轻翻开,绵绵的思绪不禁插上记忆的翅膀,随着倒流的时光,飞向那曾经到过的地方……飞过舒展的跑道。13年前,航班的间隙,一辆灯光车捎上我这个刚刚毕业的青涩女孩儿来这儿巡检。看跑道是新鲜的事儿,我的心却隐隐地疼,那平平整整、纵横分明的混凝土板,怎么会有这么多密密麻麻的补丁出现? Outside the window, the lush rain, desk, ticking the clock. As the calendar of April was gently opened, his thoughts could not help but plug in the wings of memory, flying backwards to the places where he had been there before going back ... over the stretched runway. 13 years ago, the gap of the flight, a light car took to pass me the young girl who just graduated to inspect here. Look at the track is a fresh thing, my heart is faint pain, that flat, clear-cut concrete slab, how there will be so many dense patch appears?