或许是归乡的刹那,突显的隧道所带来的惊讶感叹;或许是清明节早上,山顶松柏飘浮的雾气迷濛了双眼。一瞬间,黑黢黢的隧道,犹如艾丽丝梦游仙境的兔子洞,它的幽深究竟通往何方?许多年的光阴飞逝,童年记忆的歌声依然回荡在凤凰山上,一条弯曲的山路,被清澈的雨水淋湿,长长的队伍,那些参差不齐的棉布衣服,紧紧地盖住花布书包。 May be the moment of return home, highlighting the excitement brought by the tunnel exclamation; Perhaps the morning of the Ching Ming Festival, the fog floating on top of the mountain pine and cypress misty eyes. For a second, the tunnel of Heiqu Qu is like the rabbit hole of Alice in Wonderland. For years, the passage of time has passed. The song of childhood memory still reverberates in the Phoenix Mountain, a winding mountain road and is wet by the clear rain Long teams, those uneven cotton clothes, tightly cover the cloth bag.