小溪不停地流,缓缓的。流过的地方,几经冲刷,也终究淡去。用心,去回忆……——题记沐浴在秋的微风下,静坐于老藤椅,眯缝着眼,望着天。又轻轻地把一把桂花投入沸水中。待它慢慢张开,升华,完成一次华丽的逆转,带我在它的绽放中,重归童年,重拾记忆。故乡的小溪在老屋前默默地流。清晨的第一缕阳光直射进来;窗外,传 Stream stream constantly, slowly. Flow through the place, after several erosion, but also eventually faded. Intentions, to memories ... - Inscription bathing in the autumn breeze, sit in an old wicker chair, squint, looking at the sky. And gently put a sweet-scented osmanthus into boiling water. Let it slowly open, sublimation, to complete a magnificent reversal, take me in its bloom, return to childhood, regain memory. Hometown creek flow silently in front of the old house. In the morning the first ray of direct sunlight came in; out the window, pass