【一】天凉了,起风了。我紧了紧围巾,却不想关上窗——风会从这儿进来,跟我说话。我爱听风,从忽远忽近的时间的无垠荒野里刮来,顺着那条小路吹来旧年的笑语。小路的转角处,还能望见那所小学的一角,这些年,它装修了两回,粉色的,蓝色的,愈发像童话故事里的城堡了,却总觉得没有当年鹅黄素白的屋子来得好看。 [A] cold day, windy. I tightened my scarf but did not want to close the window - the wind came in from here and talked to me. I love listening to the wind, scraping from the boundless wilderness when the time is suddenly gone, and blowing the laughter of the old year down that path. The corner of the road, but also saw the corner of that primary school, all these years, it decorated two back, pink, blue, more like a castle in the fairy tale, but always feel that the year did not goose yellow The house looks good.