它就那么突兀地站在山坳上,那条青石板铺就的小路边,一站,就站了一两百年。它就那么不时地闯进你的梦里,那梦,也就由此而温柔起来。一出那个远近闻名的集镇,就能望见那座形如山鹰展翅欲飞的大山。那青石板铺就的小路呢,就像从山坳上不经意飘落下来的白纱带,掩映在黄黄的油菜花和青青的麦苗之间。在盛夏的烈日与不时吹来的热风中,少年无法抖擞精神一口气爬上这懒洋洋的山坡,大汗已经淋漓,嗓门也快冒烟。愈是往上攀登,两腿愈加绵软。 It stood so unexpectedly on the col, that paved road Qingshi side, one stop, stood a hundred or two years. It broke into your dream from time to time, and the dream grew gentle on it. A market town known far and wide will be able to see the shape of a mountain like a mountain eagle wings. The bluestone-paved trail, like the white gauze band that falls inadvertently from the col, is set between the yellowish rape and the green barley. In the midsummer sun and the hot wind blowing from time to time, the juvenile can not shudder spirit to climb this lazy hillside, sweating has dripping, his voice is fast smoking. Climb up more and legs more soft.