6月12日晴只是依稀记得小时候有一辆白色的新新的自行车。我总是惦记着它,希望它带着我在金色的田野里纵驰。长大了,依然惦记着它。可它就在那儿,哪都没有去。现在它也老了,哪都去不了了,厚厚的墙墩与它为伴。儿时的老街,似乎早已忘却了模样,变得陌生,但依旧人来人往。那时的老街还是完整的,幼儿园就在老街的西面,上学既不是很开心但也不是很沮丧,放学我在学校门口看着人来人往,那里的每一天都在循环播放,周边的 June 12 Clearly vaguely remembered a white new bike as a kid. I always remember it, I hope it took me gallop in the golden fields. Grow up, still remember it. But it is there, none of them go. Now it is old, too, and it can not go anywhere. The thick wall piers accompany it. Childhood Street, seems to have long forgotten the appearance, become unfamiliar, but still coming and going. At that time the street is still complete, kindergarten west of the street, school is not very happy but not very depressed, after school I looked at the door of the school, where every day in a loop, Surrondings