顾名思义,这是一束再放的花朵。它曾经绽开在大中学生的教材里,摇曳在中文老师的讲义上,灿烂在无数学子的诵读中。春光似水,十年过去,也许五年或十五年,甚而至于更多一些年头,昔日少年已是今天的白领阶层,抑或社会各个阶层各种角色的扮演者,对于曾经在课堂上读过的文章,至今余香在口,每能忆起,那同学少年,那花样季节,那响彻幽雅校园的琅琅之声,无一不令人心 As the name suggests, this is a bouquet of flowers again. It has bloomed in the teaching materials for middle and high school students, swaying in the handouts of Chinese teachers, and splendidly reading countless students. Spring is like water, ten years have passed, perhaps five or fifteen years, and even more years later, the former juvenile is today’s white-collar workers or various actors in all walks of life. For those who once read in class Of the article, I still smell in the mouth, every recollection, that classmates young, that pattern season, it sounded the sound of elegant campus, no one heart-rending