置身白日的喧嚣,渴求夜晚的宁静。浮游于世四十载的我,在经历了过多的人事沧桑后,更加地怀念那充满纯真的童年。近段时间,不知为何,那条儿时上学路上发生的一幕幕,总会在静谧的夜晚,不期然地浮现在已经沾染了世俗思想的我的脑海中。一今夜,入梦。梦境里,春暖,花开。那是个暮春时节,乡路两边高大的杨树上,白色的杨花纷纷飘落,落在了和几个小伙伴一起上学的 Exposure to the hustle and bustle of the day, longing for the quiet night. Floating in the world forty years I, after experiencing excessive vicissitudes of life, more miss that full of innocent childhood. Recently, I do not know why, the scene that took place in childhood on my way to school always came to my mind that has been contaminated with secular thoughts on a quiet night. Tonight, a dream. Dream, spring, blooming. It was a late spring, tall poplar trees on both sides of the country road, white poplars have fallen, and fell in with several small partners to school