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昨夜,竟然梦到了村子里那棵大桂花树。梦,有时是过往情景的回放,梦,几乎夜夜都有。只是,我平日里的梦大多纷繁杂芜,醒后,梦中场景有的全然忘记,有的只留下模糊不清的片段,难再有完整的记忆。而昨夜的梦却那么清晰,梦中的村庄,还是儿时熟悉的模样:几座相距不远的砖瓦房,一条浅浅的小圳,一座高大的青石朝门,半圈爬满青藤和牵牛花的青石围墙,还有墙内那棵小时候要两三个玩伴才能合抱过来的桂花树。这一切,像一幅隽永的水墨画,深深地刻在脑海。直到醒来,那场景还未
Last night, I actually dreamed of the big osmanthus tree in the village. Dreams, sometimes the playback of past scenes, dreams, have almost every night. However, most of the dreams I usually have are numerous and varied. When I wake up, some scenes in the dream are completely forgotten. Some of them only leave blurred fragments and there is no more complete memory. The dream of last night was so clear, the dream of the village, or childhood familiar appearance: a few blocks away from the brick house, a shallow little house, a tall bluestone toward the door, half full circle covered with ivy and Morning glory bluestone walls, as well as the wall that childhood to two or three playmates to embrace the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. All this, like a meaningful ink painting, deeply engraved in my mind. Until awake, that scene has not yet