麦子快熟了,妮子坐在田垅上出神。小学时候的伙伴逐渐少了联系,曾经发生的事情也日渐淡忘。但阳春园还会经常出现在梦境里,那树、那桥、那水、那些人,还是如此的清晰,好朋友们的喊叫声、欢笑声,好像还在耳畔,讲述着我童年的故事!秋意渐浓,趁着树叶还没有完全凋落,我又来到了阳春园。浑河贯穿沈阳城区,在32公里长的城市段两岸,阳春园只是岸边一个面积不大的、开放式的绿地而已,但那是我童年时最大的乐园。几年不见了,它们还是老样子。椭圆形的拱门,曲折的林荫小路,生意盎然的花草树木, Quickly cooked wheat, Nirvana sitting on the ridge on God. Primary school partners gradually less contact, things have also been faded. But the Spring Garden will often appear in the dream, that tree, bridge, water, those people, or so clear, good friends shouting, laughter, it seems still in my ears, tells the story of my childhood Autumn gradually thick, taking advantage of the leaves have not fully littered, I came to the Spring Garden. Hun River runs through the city of Shenyang. On both sides of the 32-kilometer-long urban section, Yangchun Garden is just a small open-sided green space on the bank. But it was the largest paradise of my childhood. A few years gone, they are still the same. Oval arches, winding paths, vibrant trees and flowers,