门前老树长新芽,院里枯木又开花。时光习惯性地将又一个夏天带到我们身边。今日的阳光并不刺眼,照在脸上暖融融的。我坐在秋千上,双脚踏着还未被太阳照得发热的地面,若有所思。又到了夏天。上一个夏季,我在做些什么,又是怎样一副模样呢?想着这些,就仿佛回到了那过去的时光里。漫不经心地将秋千荡起来,我的脚将附近的小草刮得东倒西歪。思绪翻飞间,我仰头看着透过树叶缝隙投射下来的微弱阳光,忽地竟发现了一个可 Old tree in front of a long sprout, dead wood flowering yard. Time and time will bring another summer to us. Today’s sunshine is not dazzling, according to his face warm and melting. I sat on a swing, feet treading on the ground that had not yet been sun-warmed by the sun, thoughtfully. Summer again. What happened to me last summer, and how did I look like this? It was as if I had returned to the past time thinking about it. Careless swing swing, my feet will be near the grass scraped east-west. Fly thoughts, I looked up and down through the foliage projection of weak sunlight, suddenly discovered a