泉城的春天是寂寞的,料峭的寒气与腊月没什么区别。那年去沈阳,回到济南的时候,已是腊月二十七。飞机在城市上空盘旋,舷窗外的大地已呈现出淡淡的绿。一下飞机,便被暖暖的风卸去了春装,额头上沁出一层汗水。这是我记忆里唯一济南的暖春了。 Springs Spring is lonely, chilly chilly weather and no difference between the twelfth lunar month. That year to Shenyang, Jinan, back when, is the twelfth lunar month twenty-seven. The plane hovered over the city, and the earth outside the porthole had a hint of green. About the plane, it was unloaded by the warm spring, spring, his forehead Qin out of a layer of sweat. This is the only warm spring of Jinan in my memory.