伫立窗前,梨花如雪覆盖了所有的明媚,忐忑的伤感飞上了枝头。抬眼看那片湛蓝的天,蛰虫在墙角诵读日月星辰,所有的心事都朗朗上口。细嗅沉香,看一半往事入斜阳斑斓的长镜头里,菜花和稻田往后退,很多条走过的细沙小路已经不见了。光线不均匀,仿若一阵风,那么快地来到,那么快地消散。“到了。”爸爸边说边下车搬行李,而我像是做了一场梦,从喧闹的城市再度回到宁静的乡村。岁月已不知在小山村蒙上了几多风霜,但风景依然如故,石缝里还是 Standing in front of the window, pear covered all the bright snow, sluggish sadness flew on the branches. Look up to see that piece of blue sky, sting insects in the corner reading sun and moon stars, all the thoughts catchy. Slender smell incense, see the past into the long sun into the gorgeous long lens, cauliflower and paddy fields to back, a lot of walking sand path has gone. Irregular light, like a gust of wind, come so quickly, dissipate so fast. “To. ” Dad said while getting off his luggage, and I like to have a dream, from the noisy city once again return to the quiet country. Years do not know how many winds covered the hill, but the scenery remains the same,