儿时的一件件往事,随着岁月的流逝大多数已经淡忘了,可唯有一件事,就像一个烙印怎么也忘不掉。那是一个炎热的中午,太阳像个大火球一样灸烤着大地。路旁的柳树无奈地垂下了头。我和邻居家的几个朋友商量怎样把屋檐下的燕子捉来 The past events of childhood, most of them faded with the passage of time, can only be one thing, just like a branding can not be forgotten. It was a hot noon and the sun was mopping up like a big fireball. Willow trees on the roadside helplessly hang their heads. I discussed with my neighbor’s friends how to catch the swallows under the roof