初夏的风,吹得温柔。那些雨天的记忆,雪天的记忆,在岁月深处,如云雾中的山峰,隐隐地波动起伏着。想那些年的父亲,心里的疼痛,是无人知悉的吧?一初冬的天,雨总是突然地落,绵绵无止境。我在教室里望外面的天,漫天漫地的雨,远远近近地覆在眼里、心上。那条通向学校的小土路,一定又是泥泞不堪了吧?我在想,放学时怎么回家? Early summer wind, gentle blowing. Those memories of the rain, snow memories, in the years, such as the peaks in the clouds, undulating fluctuations. Want those years of father, the pain in my heart, no one knows it? A winter’s day, the rain always suddenly fall, endless endless. I look outside in the classroom days, all over the rain, far and near to cover my eyes, my heart. That small dirt road leading to the school, must be muddy, right? I was thinking, how to come home from school?