给拐杖戴红花，是在十年前的人民大会堂。五月春正浓的北京，到处是花团锦簇，笑靥如云。淌过花海，我沾着遥远的乡村泥土的一双檀木拐杖，犹如攀爬着人生的若干高度一般，再攀爬上人民大会堂东门外一级一级也许平凡但并不平易的台阶，就走进了巍峨雄旷的大会堂，走上了“全国 To wear crocus saffron, is the Great Hall of the People ten years ago. May spring is thick in Beijing, full of flowers, smiling. As I drifted through the sea of ​​flowers, I stained a pair of sandalwood canes in the distant country earth as if I had climbed some height in my life, and then climbed up to the level one level outside the Great Hall of the East, perhaps at an ordinary but not intractable level , Walked into the towering mighty Town Hall, embarked on a "national