我念初中那会儿,几乎每天一早部要起来晨练。学校里有个不大的操场。操场南面簇拥着十几棵高大的法国梧桐,一年四季都能在风中望见哗哗的落叶。跑步的时候,我总喜欢在这些树下经过,不时抬头看看白色树干间的光斑和鸟雀飞闪时留下的淡淡影子。记得有一个冬天的早晨,天气好冷。即便用大衣的领子紧紧裹住了下巴,身体仍感到逼人的寒冷。才在操场上跑了几步,我简直被冻得睁不开眼睛了。于是 When I was in junior high school, I went to morning exercises almost daily. There is not a big playground in school. South of the playground surrounded by a dozen tall Sycamore, all year round in the wind can see the rushing leaves. Running, I always like to pass under these trees, from time to time looked up to see the light between the white trunks and bird flies left when the faint shadow. I remember a winter morning, the weather is very cold. Even with the coat collar tightly wrapped around the chin, the body still felt pressing cold. Only a few steps in the playground, I almost could not open my eyes cold. then