犹如一朵飘流的云,永远逝去了——我栖身于农村的岁月。小河两岸的那些柳林,留给我的记忆,却像埋在地下的经年汾酒,历久弥醇,不时萦回在我的梦境里。 记忆中,那是片不算稀疏的林子。每到冬季,那些柳树就干裂着口子,树皮又枯又老,像老人的脸一样,涩涩拉拉的,着实不雅。可还在春寒料峭之时,它们全都抽枝发芽,用不多久,便 Like a drifting cloud, forever gone - I live in rural areas years. Those Liulin on both sides of the river, leaving me the memory, but as buried in the ground Fen years of alcohol, alcohol from time to time, from time to time linger in my dreams. In memory, that is not a sparse woods. Every winter, those willow chapped their mouths, the bark is dead and old, like the old man’s face, astringent Lara, really indecent. But also when the chill in the spring, they are all pumping branches sprout, take long, then