又是一个风吹草长、桃红柳绿的阳春三月时节,暖暖的午后阳光里,风筝在天上悠悠荡荡的飞,三三两两的人们在公园里赏花、说笑,空气中散发着淡淡的花香和青草味。不远处小商贩的车头挂着好几串风铃,煞是耀眼。那一串串五颜六色、华彩纷呈的风铃,随风轻轻摇摆,发出清脆悦耳的天籁之声。似曾相识的意境,唤起了我尘封久远的紫色记忆。记得那年,也是个春暖花开的日子,我带着大包小包进了南方一家小厂,被安排住在二楼右边尽头一间小房子 It is also a wind and rain, pink and willow green spring season in March, the warm afternoon sun, the kite flying in the sky, people in twos and threes in the park to enjoy the flowers, joking, the air exudes a faint Floral and grassy smell. Not far from the front of small traders hang a few strings of wind chimes, it is truly dazzling. That string of colorful, colorful wind chimes, gently swinging the wind, issued a clear and melodious sounds of nature. Deja vu mood, aroused my long-purple dusty memories. I remember that year, is also a spring blossoming day, I took a big bag into the South a small factory, was arranged to live on the second floor at the end of a small house