风声回荡,时光悠悠,流淌的光阴抹平了一些,也冲散了一些,却带不走镌刻在我生命中的成长的痕迹。一、木门上的粉笔字行走在旧时光之中,一扇红漆木门立在我的眼前,一行行工整的粉笔字嵌入其中,留下深深的痕迹。我很清晰地记得,那是我的老家里的一扇房门,曾是我知识启蒙的地方。 Wind echoed, the time is long, flowing time to smooth out some, but also some scattered, but with the engraved in my life marks the growth. First, the word on the wooden door Chalk Walking in the old days, a red lacquered wooden door stood in front of me, one line neat chalk embedded in them, leaving a deep mark. I remember very clearly that it was a door in my old home where my knowledge had been enlightened.