春光慵懒,让人也跟着慵懒起来,但路上的行人仍然个个行色匆匆,急急忙忙地奔向各自既定的目的地。她逆着人流,缓步穿过大街小巷,手里攥着一只与她年龄极不相符的风筝,像个笑话。她也不知道自己为什么非要顶着太阳出来放风筝。只记得每晚都做着同样一个梦:一个女孩握一根细线飞奔过一片金灿灿的油菜花田。不知是她牵着风筝,还是风筝牵着她,她们就这样不知疲倦地向前奔跑。风儿呼啦啦地吹起她额前 The lazy spring, people also followed lazy, but the road pedestrians are still a hurry, hurried toward their intended destination. She turned against the crowd, slowly through the streets, clutching a very kite with her age, like a joke. She also did not know why she had to fly a kite out of the sun. Just remember to do the same nightly nightmare: a girl holding a thin line flew over a golden rape field. I do not know her holding a kite, or kite holding her, so they run forward tirelessly. The wind whirled to blow her forehead