似乎谈论任何年代的青春梦想,文学都是绕不开的话题。这颗泛着梦之光泽的倔强种子,不是单单为青春年华而生,却在不同的风雨和阳光中,纷纷扎根在这块水草丰美的土地里,扎根在包裹着年少悸动与无限想象的炽热心灵里。它们或许并不需要开花结果,也不奢望长成参天大树,仅仅只是微微萌动,然后长出细小嫩芽,一切的压抑和渴望便能破土而出。顺着香樟树的脉络蹯进淹没在读书声 Seems to talk about youth dreams of any age, literature is inseparable topic. This stubborn seed gleaming in the luster of dreams is not born solely for the youth, but in different winds and sunshine, one after another rooted in the lush landscaped land, rooted in the wrapping young throbbing and infinite imagination Glowing heart. They probably do not need to bear fruit, they do not expect to grow into towering trees. They just grow slightly and grow tiny buds. All the repression and longing can break through. Along the camphor tree vein 蹯 into submerged in reading sound