我喜欢日光小镇,也喜欢“日光小镇”这几个字,透着俗世的温暖,有家常日子在里面,偏又带着那么点儿文艺腔。就仿佛一堵陈年的老墙上摆了一盆盛开的花,最好盛开的是月季,那墙就不一样了,一下子就滴答滴答的满是花香,就鲜亮亮的旧貌换了新颜。那花没开的时候,土里土气的,一点都不妩媚妖娆,我少年时候总是见到它。它鄙俗的身段那么普通,任谁家的瓦罐瓦盆里那么一插,给点水就活了,命贱的如草芥。可是,开出的花朵,大大的,玫瑰红色,非常好看。那时候,土眉土眼儿的屋子里,一线天光,月季花就那 I like the sun town, but also like “Nikko town ” these words, reveals the earthly warmth, there are regular days in it, with a little bit of art space. It is like an old wall with a pot of flowers bloom in bloom, the best bloom is the rose, the wall is not the same, all of a sudden ticking full of flowers, bright fresh old appearance changed New color. That flower did not open when the soil rustic, not enchanting enchanting, I always see it when young. It vulgar figure so common, any one of the tile pots and pots so inserted, to the point of water to live, life and destiny such as haste. However, out of the flowers, big, rose red, very nice. At that time, soil eyebrows children’s room, a ray of heaven, rose on it