仲夏去欧洲,采回来一束束斑斓而温馨的印象之花。匆匆去,匆匆回,我还理不清许多的思绪和情感。而且在做梦的时候,常有那红瓦白墙的村舍、转动不停的风车、高耸入云的埃菲尔铁塔……它们在梦中向我细语:记得我们吗? 把访欧的照片一张一张展开,我便轻轻回答:你好,欧罗巴! Midsummer to Europe, back to a bundle of beautiful and warm impression of the flower. Hurry to go, hurried back, I still do not understand many thoughts and feelings. And when I was dreaming, I often saw the cottage with red tiles and white walls, the rolling windmill, the towering Eiffel Tower ... They whispered to me in a dream: Remember us? Zhang opened, I will gently answer: Hello, Europa!