我静静地靠着窗,看着已经拥有了大片大片高楼的小镇,眼前不由得一阵恍惚,又想起了以前的小镇……那时的我,好像也是这样靠着窗,眺望着远方。那时的小镇,没有大片大片的高楼,只有农民们依恋的农田和平房;也没有现在天空中挥之不去的雾霾,有的只是缓缓升起的炊烟;更没有汽车刺耳的鸣笛声,只有微风吹拂麦穗的轻吟。美丽的窗,你让我看见了小镇的过往。从窗里望去,小镇里朴实的人们不知从什么时候开始,开起了豪 I silently leaned against the window and watched the small town that already had a large, high-rise building. There was a moment of trance in my eyes, and I remembered the old town ... At that time, it seemed as if I, leaning against the window, looked out into the distance. At that time the town, there is no large tracts of high-rise, only the farmers are attached to the farmland and bungalows; nor the current haze in the sky lingering, and some just slowly rising smoke; more no car harsh Ming Flute, only the breeze blowing wheat whisper. Beautiful window, you let me see the town’s past. Looked from the window, the town of simple people do not know when to start, opened the ho