在城里才待了数日就愈发思念青草的味道了。在等公汽时热气腾腾的人群里,在过马路时呛人的汽油味里,在喧噪的阵阵撕扯耳膜的车鸣中,我心里总是不由自主地长出一大片绿油油的青草,那青青嫩嫩的叶儿沐浴着和煦的阳光迎着柔柔的清风 It only took a few days in the city to think about the taste of grass. In the steamy crowd when waiting for a bus, in the petrol smell when crossing the road, in the noisy ripped tears in the eardrum, I always grow up involuntarily to a large green grass, that green The tender leaves of the children bathed in the bright sunshine against the gentle breeze