小城越来越陌生了。我站在小城的街道旁怀念大树,就像当年我站在村头大槐树下遥想城市。二十多年前,我于小城,只是一名匆匆的过客。印象中的小城并不像想象中的那样宽畅,街道狭窄而拥挤,尤其是一下雨,路上尽是水洼泥滩。小城大多以瓦房居多,我总忍不住猜想,瓦房屋檐下会不会和我家老宅一样私藏着许多麻雀窝?屋檐下的人们每天早上吃着油条豆浆,随后用手抹抹嘴角,流露出只有城里人特有的那份满足惬意,我在心里只有暗暗羡慕了。周末,我和朋友 More and more strange little town. I stood by the streets of the small town next to miss the tree, just as I stood in the village of large trees under the remote vision of the city. Twenty years ago, I was in a small town, just a hurried passer. Impression of the town is not as wide as imagined, the streets narrow and crowded, especially a rain, the road is full of Mud mud beach. Most of the small town to tile-based, I can not help but guess, under the tile roof and my house will be the same as private hide many sparrow nest? People under the eaves eat fritters soy milk every morning, then wiped his mouth by hand , Revealing only the unique share of city people satisfied, I was only in my heart secretly envy. Weekends, my friends