4月28日星期五还是那条小路,充满我童年时的回忆。还是那条小路,有我小时候的足迹。没有点缀,没有衬托,还是那样平凡,还是那样令我充满遐想。漫步在这条开满鲜花,充满泥土气息的小路上,我总觉得它离我那样近。近,太近了,近得可以听到小路的“呼吸”,近得就好像它不只在我的眼前 Friday, April 28 is still the path, full of memories of my childhood. Or that path, my childhood footprint. No embellishment, there is no foil, or so ordinary, or that I am full of reverie. Stroll in this full of flowers, full of soil on the path, I always feel it close to me. Near, too close, near enough to hear the “breath” of the path, as close as if it was not only in front of me