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守着窗棂,守着窗棂下树枝间传来的几声小鸟的鸣叫,夏天的印象渐浓,叶子在玻璃窗上抹上了一抹浓荫。夏天来了,春雨不再密织过往的诗情,雾也慵懒地散去。记忆中,从教室的门口到楼梯,十步,下楼梯再走到操场,五十步。时隔二十多年,我对母校的印象已这样定格,并让岁月搁浅,不再变化,像老照片一样淡褪了颜色,晕着一抹烟黄。教室门口的太阳,因为清晨的雾霭氤氲,摇坠了朦胧的热情,温吞吞地摇曳着耀眼的光芒,慢慢灼热了渴盼的眼睛。
Guarding the windowsill, guarding the tweet of several birds from the branches under the window, the impression of the summer getting stronger, the leaves on the glass window smeared a touch of shade. Summer is coming, the spring rain is no longer dense past poetic, fog also lazy to disperse. Memory, from the classroom door to the stairs, ten steps down the stairs and then walked to the playground, fifty steps. After more than 20 years, my impression of my alma mater has been set in such a way that the years run aground and no longer change. As faded as the old photos, I faint smoky yellow smoke. The sun in front of the classroom, because of the misty morning misty, shaking the hazy enthusiasm, swaying brightly shining, slowly burning eyes eagerly.