离别久了,常想起来那片长满了蒲公英的荒土地。今夜恰逢月圆,朝东的窗口,一轮满月斜斜地映入眼帘,周围的同学也许太累了,他们都睡了,或许还梦见到他们的亲人,而我却想起我家后山那片长满了蒲公英的荒土地。大概已是仲秋,没腰深的枯黄的野草中,大多数是蒲公英,如果是夏季,这些蒲公英们一定长得挺肥挺绿,没腰深的杂草,只要跨进一条腿.草丛中的尘埃就足以让你打上数十个喷嚏,但要走上第二步,那就十分吃力了,并且非得踩在草杆上“荡秋千”了,显然这里已只是 After a long absence, I often think of the wasteland filled with dandelions. Tonight coincides with the full moon, the window facing east, a full moon is slanting into the eyes. The classmates around may be too tired. They are all asleep. Maybe they dream about their loved ones, but I think of my family. That piece of land covered with dandelions. It is probably Mid-Autumn. In the wild grass with no waist and yellow, most of them are dandelions. If it is summer, these dandelions must be very fat and green, and weeds that are not deep in the waist, as long as they step into one leg. Dust is enough to make you dozens of sneezes, but to take the second step, it will be very hard, and you have to step on the grass pole and “swing”. Obviously this is just