过几日,父亲要去参加同学会,期待的心情溢于言表,就像一个不谙世事的孩子即将出门玩耍。他眼角的皱纹犹如刀刻,面庞也不再青涩如初,隔着三十年的漫漫岁月,一切都显得亦幻亦真。小时候,我们会觉得日子过得太缓慢,总期待长大,至少长到站在树藤下可以采到一串青涩的葡萄。可是真的长大后,却觉得流年似水,只一个转身,就远离了那个纯真多梦的年代。年少的孩子,成群结队地漫游在时光的罅隙里。茂盛的森林里,躲在 A few days later, my father is going to attend the class meeting. I am looking forward to feeling like a child who is inexperienced with going out to play. The wrinkles in his eyes are like knives, his face is no longer astringent, and after thirty years, everything seems to be fantastic. As a child, we would think that life is too slow, always looking forward to growing up, at least until standing under the tree rattan can adopt a bunch of green astringent grapes. However, when you really grow up, you feel that you are in full swing, and you are only turning away from the innocent and dreamy age. Young children, roaming in hordes of time in droves. Lush forest, hiding