印象里,最美好的家的景象便是少时学的一首《天净沙》“枯藤老树昏鸦,小桥流水人家”。幼时的我根本体味不到这一字一句间所饱含的诗人的凄怆悲凉之感,即使现在,我也只是专注于那种夕阳落日的美丽“门前老树长新芽,院里枯木又开花,半生存了多少话,藏进了满头白发……”不知是谁先开始感叹时光无涯而 Impression, the best picture of the home is a little learned a “Tianjingsha” “Withered old tree faint crows, bridges people.” At a young age, I could not appreciate the poignant feeling of sadness of the poet contained in this sentence, even now, I only focused on the beauty of sunset setting. Flowering, how many half-lived words, hidden into the white hair ... ... "I do not know who began to lament the time horizon