前几日同学聚会,提起了我们上学的地方——白塔寺以北的东廊下胡同。说起来奇怪,过去我们上学,每天都要路过白塔,以至于熟视无睹。后来,我工作在东城,而今又到了南城,白塔似乎离我越来越远,可每当在画上或是在书里看到有描绘这座白塔时,总会从内心深处涌出一丝倍感亲切的情愫,时而会静下心,闭上眼睛想想少年时心中的白塔,回忆起这个地方,以至于欲罢不能急切地 A few days ago students gathered to mention where we go to school - East Hall White Pagoda Temple under the alley. Strange to say, in the past we went to school, passing Baita every day, so blind. Later, I worked in Dongcheng, and now I went to Nancheng. The White Pagoda seems to be getting further and further away from me. Whenever I see the painting of the White Tower on the painting or in my book, Out of a touch of affectionate affection, sometimes quietly, close your eyes and think of the hearts of young White Tower, recall this place, so stop eagerly