记忆的闸门,一经被打开,将不是细水长流,而是洪水翻身,在崖前悬挂成瀑,倾泻入潭,如此壮观的景象,需要用很尖的笔,极软的心,深深地刻下,然后轻轻地说出,缓缓地捧起。家书,这个被时光丢进尘埃很久很久的词语,在龙博的不显眼处,突然跳入我的眼帘,一不小心就烫伤了我的神经。随后,我被这火炭似的词语,一直燎灼着,紧紧包裹着,向往事走去,向那些青涩而又易逝的记忆中走去。1995年,那还是通讯相对比较闭塞,交通不够 Once the gate of memory is opened, it will not be a constant effort. Instead, the flood will be turned over and a waterfall will be hung in front of the precipice, pouring into the lake and so spectacular, it needs to be deeply carved with a very sharp pen and a soft heart, Then gently say, slowly won. Family book, this time was thrown into the dust for a long time the words, in the unobtrusive Bo Long, suddenly jumped into my eyes, accidentally burned my nerves. Then I was whispered by the words of Fo Tan, wrapped tightly, walked toward the past, walked toward the memories of the Sentimental and perishable. In 1995, it was relatively closed communication, traffic is not enough