掐指一算,等这期《星薇》上市了,你们翻开杂志看到这篇“宁游去”专栏的时候,青岛中山公园的樱花应该也都开好了。近日我总是梦见自己在这里度过的第一个樱花节,那么真切,那么近在咫尺。晴朗日光之下,蔚蓝海岸边,那种一尘不染的纯白会像鹅毛大雪一样蔓延开来,从地平线望过去,樱花和天空遥遥地接壤,除此之外什么都看不到。2012年,那个十七岁的夏天,我做梦都 Pinch refers to a count, and so on this issue of “Star Wei” listed, you open the magazine to see this “Ningyou to ” column, the cherry blossoms in Zhongshan Park, Qingdao should also be well. Recently I always dreamed that I spent the first cherry blossom festival here, so real, so close at hand. Under clear daylight, on the shores of the French Riviera, spotless whiteness spreads like a snowy feather, looking over the horizon, cherry blossoms and the sky, and nothing else can be seen. In 2012, that seventeen year old summer, I have a dream