我走的时候,不记得有这么一排水杉,即使它高高地站在池塘边上。或许是我走得太匆忙,但更可能是我的心向往着远方,不曾回望。我是那么急切,那么期盼着新世界。我厌烦了这儿,我听腻了夏天吵个不停的蝉鸣、蛙声,我不愿再闻春天里美妙的野草芬芳,我看厌了冬天下个不停的雪花,我更不愿再踢踏着脚步在那排水杉间玩弄铺满在地上的叶子。刺激的摇滚乐、浓郁的香水味、奇异的小说,似 When I left, I did not remember having such a row of dredges, even though it stood tall beside the pond. Perhaps I go too hasty, but more likely my heart is longing for the distance, never looked back. I am so eager, so looking forward to the new world. I’m sick of it here. I’m tired of the cicadas and frogs I kept talking about in the summer. I do not want to hear the wonderful weeds in the spring. I do not like to see the snowflakes in winter. Tap the foot of the drained cedar playing in the ground covered with leaves. Irritated rock music, rich fragrance, strange novel, like