中午,忽然收到很久不联系的一位老同学的信息:“找个时间去南宁聚一下,看看我们曾经生活过的校园,逛逛我们曾经廉价‘淘宝’的商场,走走我们曾经走过的林荫道……再不相见我们就老了……”再不相见我们就老了。这句话像一把尖利的刀子,穿过层层包裹的铠甲,直抵我柔软的内心。窗外是一排高低错落的群山,一个黄色十字形的脚手架和两栋白色的高楼遮挡了大部分视线,青山只露出“W”形的脸部和斑驳不均的绿色。一团团乌云在山顶聚拢了又分散,看样 Noon, suddenly received a long time no contact with an old classmate’s message: “find a time to get together in Nanning, we have seen living in the campus, stroll us once cheap ’Taobao’ mall, walk we have Walking through the boulevard ... ... do not meet us to be old ... ... ”Do not meet us again old. This sentence is like a sharp knife, through the layers of armor, straight to my soft heart. The window is a row of scattered mountains, a yellow cross-shaped scaffolding and two white tall buildings obscure most of the line of sight, Aoyama only exposed “W ” shaped face and mottled green. Clouds and clouds gathered in the summit and scattered, like to see