庆幸我生在一个还有理想的年代,杏花春雨,白雪寒冬,岁岁安然地成长。山里的世界很明净,乡间的小路偶有汽车经过,成群的孩子追赶着跑出很久,嘴里念着自己编的童谣。麦地里的芬芳扑鼻而来,快乐装满了心间,可以确定自己就只是山间的一种鸟类。山外的精彩在教课书里纷呈而来,一个激情昂扬的老师带着一群心潮澎湃的孩子,仰望着蓝天白云。很多年以后我的理想涅槃成村庄的一面旗帜,弟弟妹妹们勇敢地接过火炬,用矫健的步伐奔出很远。当我能安歇下来微笑的时候,才知道我离村庄远了,如那排在建设中消亡的石榴树一样。我只敢留着一种 Fortunately, I was born in an ideal age, apricot spring rain, snow winter, grow safely and safely. The world is very clear in the mountains, the country’s roads occasionally passing cars, groups of children chasing after running out for a long time, his mouth read their own nursery rhymes. The fragrant smell of corn, happy filled with the heart, you can be sure that they are just a bird in the mountains. Wonderful mountains outside the classroom books, a passionate teacher with a group of surging children, looking at the blue sky and white clouds. Many years later, my ideal Nirvana became a banner of a village. My brothers and sisters took the torch braverly and ran far and further in a vigorous pace. When I could rest and smile, I realized I was farther away from the village, like the row of pomegranate trees that died in construction. I only dare to keep one