书,可以用“心”去看。去年春天,我高中毕业。妈妈带着我来到一个小村庄,她当知青那会待过的村子,说让我锻炼一下。那一个月,白天我跟着农民伯伯下地播种,傍晚吃过饭,我喜欢到村中央的湖边走走,吹吹微风,给家里的老爸“汇报”一下一天的劳作。我经常会在湖边遇到一位女孩,她并不出众,穿着白色毛衣、黑色土布裤,偎依在一棵树旁,手里捧着一本书,但是眼睛却总是瞟向远方。每次经过她,我都会多看几眼,但她好像 Book, you can use “heart ” to see. Last spring, I graduated from high school. Mom took me to a small village, she should be educated youth that would have been to the village, said let me exercise. That month, during the day I followed the peasant Uncle to sow the seeds and eat dinner in the evening. I like to walk to the lake in the middle of the village, blow the breeze and give my daddy “report” a day’s work. I often meet a girl by the lake. She is not outstanding. She is wearing a white sweater, black trousers, snuggling beside a tree, holding a book in her hand, but her eyes always reach out. Every time I pass by her, I will glance more, but she seems