时令正是仲春。大地挣脱了冬的纠缠,不觉之中已经泛出几分淡淡的鹅黄的绿意。仰望晴空,偶见数点风筝,望着那长长的轻轻抖动的风筝线,竟丝丝缕缕牵出了我的童年。在乡下,三月的轻风还残留着冬的料峭。我们这些颠跑在蓊郁麦田里的孩 Season is the mid-spring. The earth broke free from the entanglement of the winter. It was already felt that there was a hint of pale greenery. Looking up at the clear sky, I occasionally scored a few kites and looked at the long, gently shaking kite line. In the countryside, the breeze in March still left the winter chilly. We have these kids running around in a turbulent wheat field