夜来一场好雨,醒来的天空清澈如镜。带上遮阳帽和水壶,邀上三五位老友,几个老家伙一起去看风景。站在马路边,看那些来去疾驶的车子里,都是行色匆匆赶路的上班族。这样的生活于我们,已是久违。而在雨水打湿的泥土的气息中,我们分明还看到了自己天真活跃的童年小脚丫。还是昨天吧,我们感慨着:好像还没有怎么明白过来呢,生命中一半的年华就已经过去,一 A good night rain, wake up the sky clear as a mirror. Put on a sun hat and kettle, invited thirty-five friends, a few old guys to see the scenery together. Stand by the side of the road to see those who come and go in the car, are hurry hurry office workers. It is a long absence for such a life to be ours. In the breath of the wet soil of the rain, we clearly also saw his innocent childhood little feet. Yesterday, we feel emotionally: it seems that we have not yet come to understand it, half of the life has passed, one