要有最朴素的怀念,与最遥远的梦想。即使明日天寒地冻,路远马亡。——题记街上静悄悄地,弯弯曲曲的街衢尽头,一株老槐枝杈繁茂,树影婆娑的老铺子下面,几个老人闲闲地坐在石凳上,两三个孩子从街那一头跑过来,老汉的脸上顿时一派慈祥。 There must be the simplest memory and the most distant dream. Even if it was cold in the cold tomorrow, the road died. - Inscriptions Quietly on the street, winding streets smashed down, a lush old lychee, a shady old shop below, a few old people sitting idle on the stone bench, two or three children from the street When he ran over, the old man's face suddenly became kind.