一小时候我家附近有一条安静的小街道,每到夏天白玉兰都挂满两旁的树梢,连呼吸都是香的,走在其中,感觉很幸福。此去经年,我走过许多街道,再也没有遇见过这样的街。那一年,我才11岁,第一次喜欢上了一个姑娘。那时我常穿过那条街,街两旁有狭窄的旧书屋,里面有看不完的漫画书;还有五金店,胖胖的老板常年单脚踩在椅子上火花四溅地锯钢管;还有一个门口摆放着长椅的小卖部,炎热的天气里,长椅上总坐着喝汽水乘凉的人。 A small quiet street near my home a small summer, every summer, magnolia are covered with trees on both sides, even the breath is fragrant, walking in, I feel very happy. After years, I walked many streets, never met such a street. That year, I was 11 years old, for the first time like a girl. At that time I used to cross that street, with narrow old bookstores on both sides of the street, and endlessly looking comic books. There were also hardware stores where the fat-bossed officers saw single-handedly stepping on chairs and sawing steel pipes. There is also a canopy at the entrance of the bench, in the hot weather, sitting on the bench always drink soda cool people.