2月19日晴周末下午,我坐爸爸的车穿过大街小巷来到城中村。车停在一大片低矮的瓦房前面。村口有一棵苍老虬劲的槐树,破败不堪的房子挨挤排列着,墙壁上涂上了巨大的“拆”字。爸爸和他的同事站在那儿指指点点,惊飞了槐树上三五只麻雀。一只玩具红蜻蜒飘过我的视线。“倪秋雨。”我下车后,看见了班上新来的同学,高兴地招手。“安瑕。”秋雨跑了过来。我们结伴来到郊外。暖暖的春天,油油的田野,秋雨兴奋地采摘着水灵的野 February 19 sunny weekend afternoon, I took my father’s car across the streets to the village. The car parked in front of a large low tile roof. The entrance to the village has a strong old locust trees, dilapidated houses crowded arrangement, the walls painted a huge “demolition ” word. Dad and his colleague stood pointing and scared three or five sparrows on the tree. A toy red dragonfly drifted across my line of sight. “Ni Qiuyu. ” I get off, saw the class new classmates, happily waved. “Anxian. ” Autumn ran over. We came to the countryside together. Warm spring, oil fields, autumn rain picking wildly wild