倚在窗台,吹着晚风,心情像被清澈的水涤荡过一般,褪尽白日的浮躁与疲倦,思绪也被拉回以往某个特别时期,眼前某件景物浮上心头。可能是在梦里,也曾听过这般铃声,节奏柔缓,声声扣动心弦,像回到幼儿园时期,想念放学那一碗热腾腾的豆腐脑,葱花的香味直往鼻里钻。抬起头,氤氲的热气里有妈妈的笑脸。很怀念,那样的下午,和妈妈在街角吃小吃,冷风直吹,街上的氛围以灰暗的形式存在于我的脑海里,于是我觉得应该去抱紧相依为命的妈妈,去亲亲 Leaning on the windowsill, blowing the breeze, the mood was like the clear water wash too general, faded away the impetuous and tired, thoughts have also been pulled back to a particular period in the past, in front of a scene floating in my heart. May have been in the dream, have heard such ringtones, gentle rhythm, voice detonated heart, like back to kindergarten, miss the bowl of hot bean curd school, the smell of green onion straight nose drill. Looked up, shy heat in the mother’s smile. Miss, so afternoon, and my mother eating snacks in the corner, the cold blowing, the atmosphere of the street in the dark form in my mind, so I think we should go hug each other mom, go kiss