我轻轻地抽出信封中的东西,土黄色牛皮纸中的一片天蓝也缓缓探出了头。似曾相识的天蓝色。亦如儿时的天空总是干净得能容下我们的笑容,更多的时候,我们躺在青绿色的草地上,看天上大团大团的浮云游过我们的记忆。小学校的秋千曾经承载过的儿歌和童谣,高大的香樟树曾经见证的快乐 I gently pulled out the contents of the envelope, and a piece of sky blue in the khaki kraft paper slowly extended its head. Dear blue sky. It is also true that the childhood sky is always clean enough to hold our smiles. More often we lie on the green grass and see the clouds in the sky floating through our memory. The children’s songs and nursery rhymes that were once carried on the swings of the elementary school, the joy of the tall citron trees