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在大山里工作生活了四十多年的我,突然来到了一个陌生的城市,一切好像都没有准备好,只是带着心中的梦想和守候懵懵懂懂地就来了。刚来时正是十冬腊月,千年奇寒的严冬让我倍觉孤单无助,所以格外盼望春天的到来。仿佛那蓬蓬勃勃的春,那葱葱茏茏的绿能让我手觅到家的感觉。后来,春天来了,却和家里的春天不一样。这里没有在峭壁上傲然绽放的野杜鹃,没有冲着阳光怒放的冰凌花,没有在路边肆意舒展腰身的车前革,也没有宛若铺在路两边的蒲公
I lived and worked in the mountains for more than 40 years. When I suddenly came to a strange city, everything seemed unprepared. I just came to realize my dream and my waiting. Just came when ten winter twilight, thousands of years of cold winter let me feel lonely helpless, so especially looking forward to the arrival of spring. As if the thriving spring, that green lush green let me find the feeling of home. Later, spring came, but not the same as the spring at home. There is no wild rhododendron blooming on the cliff, there is no directed at the sunshine of the ice flower, not in the roadside wanton stretch waist leather car, there is no like shop in the road on both sides of the Pu Gong