我曾不止一次地梦到过小时候成长的地方。那时,我们一家人住在一栋老旧的楼房里,不远处是铺满青石板的秀丽小街。街边有两排高大的梧桐树。春天,树下坐着下棋的老者,鸽子在街道上漫步,懒洋洋地梳理着羽毛,扎着羊角辫的小女孩肆意地奔跑欢笑。我去过不少地方,看过许多风景,总觉得无论是四季如春的花城,还是波光潋滟的西子湖,抑或是波澜壮阔的海南岛,都不及小时候生活的地方那般安宁而美丽。 I have been dreaming more than once where I grew up. At that time, we family lived in an old building, not far from the beauty of the street covered with quartzite. The street has two rows of tall plane trees. In the spring, the old man sitting playing chess under the tree, the pigeons strolling in the streets, combing lazily feathers, the little girl with a braided pigtail running wantonly laughter. I have been to many places and seen many landscapes. I always feel that neither the flower-blossom seasons in all seasons, the shining West Lake, nor the magnificent Hainan Island are as tranquil as the places where I was young.