我开始相信:即使风筝断线,随风飞远,曾经握过风筝线的那个人也仍会执著地在路口等候……用最朴实的爱谱写美丽,用最深沉的爱高歌美丽。——题记车窗外的风景伴着晚霞不断向后闪去,为闷热与烦躁增添了一丝生气。车子颠簸在去外婆家的路上。“这路是元谋人时期的啊?这么难走!”爸 I began to believe that even if the kite breaks and the wind blows away, the man who once held the kite line will still wait at the intersection... He will write beautiful with the most unadorned love, and will sing with the deepest love. ——Inscription The scenery outside the car window continued to flash backwards with the sunset, adding a touch of anger to the sultry and irritability. The car bumped on the way to his grandmother’s house. “This road is the period of the Yuanmou people? How difficult is it?” Dad