据说,我们这个团是“中国作家协会”名下、由北京首都机场直飞台北桃园机场第一团。之前,都要经停香港或是东南亚某一国,然后转飞台湾。季节也是好,阳春三月。春季到台北来听雨机上广播,祖国宝岛台湾到了,舷窗外,却不见三月阳春。烟雨朦胧水天一色,难觅太平洋浩淼水面一孤岛。机翼滑过翻卷的云絮。雨稀云薄,湿漉漉的水面上,台湾岛小得只是一点沙粒。巴士上了高速,却见满目绿色里,轻风微雨,燕雀斜斜掠过。落脚台北淡水镇。从酒店的窗望出去,满是提示你记忆库存的青瓦灰砖,春水淋洗得古色光鲜。雨,一会儿急,细密密地湿了灯影。一会儿又缓了下来,就像一个羞涩又顽皮的小女子,来了走,走了又来, It is said that our regiment is the “Chinese Writers Association ” in the name of the Beijing Capital Airport to Taipei Taoyuan Airport first regiment. Before, we must stop in Hong Kong or a country in Southeast Asia, and then flew to Taiwan. The season is good, spring March. Spring to Taipei to listen to the rain machine on the radio, the motherland island of Taiwan arrived, porthole, but did not see the spring of March. Misty misty sky, hard to find a vast island of the Pacific Ocean. The wings rolled over the clouds. Rain thin clouds, wet water, Taiwan Island is just a little small sand. Bus on the high-speed, but see all over the green, light breeze, finch across. Settled in Taipei, Tamsui. Looked out from the hotel window, full of reminding you to remember the stock of gray tiles, spring water washed pale color. Rain, while urgent, wet light shadow closely. A while later slowed down, like a shy and naughty little girl, came to go, go again,