我在北方一所中学作报告,那是四月的事。校园里春意盎然,迎春花开得蓬蓬勃勃,一蓬一蓬金黄。还有连翘,毫不谦让地怒放着,也是一蓬一蓬金黄,仿佛要把整个春天都揽进怀里。我还留意到,他们操场边的杨树上,爬满嫩绿的小叶子,水泡泡似的。我数一数,四棵,粗壮高大,很有些年头的样子。寻问,果真是。那些树已有百余年的历史了。在报告会上,我拿这事举例,我说知道你们操场边 I made a report in a middle school in the north, it was April. Spring in the campus, Yingchun flowers thriving, Peng Peng golden. There are forsythia, no humiliation in full bloom, but also a Peng Peng Peng Huang, as if to take the whole spring into his arms. I also noticed that the poplar trees on the playground were covered with verdant leaves that bubbled like water. I count a few, four, stout tall, very old look. Ask, really. Those trees have a hundred years of history. At the conference, I took this as an example. I said I knew you were on the playground