南风轻轻淡淡,又拂开了满园的白玉兰花,花开得宁静而高贵,这是今年的第一首素色而多情的诗。白玉兰树下,往事披一身飘飘的衣裙向我缓缓走来,我惊诧,但并不躲闪,因为那是我在月光特别妩媚的晚上,无数次用梦书写着的怀念与呼唤。你的童年在哪里度过?是否像我一样每天来去在一个城墙下面?我的童年没有夕阳下金波荡漾的小河,没有河边可以串成一 Southerly light faint, and opened the Magnolia grandiflora, flowers were quiet and noble, this is the first prime of this year and sentimental poem. Magnolia tree, the past wearing a fluttering dress slowly came to me, I was surprised, but not dodge, because that is my special moonlight charming night, many times with a dream written by the memory and call. Where did you spend your childhood? Did you come and go under a city wall like me every day? There was no river under the sunset in my childhood,