日近中午,闲暇翻书,亚麻色的阳光伴着收音机中的老歌,一起笼罩着我,我半眯着眼分外惬意。无意瞥见,视线落脚的地方是一行诗:“郎骑竹马来,绕床弄青梅。”我一愣,继而不禁笑了。回忆一下子涌了出来,那难忘的一天。我仿佛又回到了从前,仍走在深秋时分的街道 Nearly noon, free time to open a book, linen sunshine with the radio in the old songs, shrouded with me, I am half-smother exceptionally comfortable. Unintentional glimpse of the line of sight is a line of poetry: “Lang riding bamboo horse, get around the bed plum. ” I surprised a moment, then can not help but laugh. Memories suddenly poured out, that memorable day. I seem to have returned to the past, still walking in the streets in late autumn