“绕绿堤,拂柳丝,穿过花径。听何处,哀怨笛,风送声声。”很久没有听到《葬花》调子了,心中不免有些怅然,此刻,我真恨不能马上插翅,飞回我的故乡——余姚。记得很小的时候,外公就跟我说,我是北方人。然而,“北方”这个名词在我的记忆中几乎是一片空白。我不知道北方是什么 “About the green embankment, 拂柳 丝, through the flower path. Listen where, whispering flute, wind sound.” For a long time did not hear the “burial flower” tone, the heart can not help but some shock, at the moment, I really hate not immediately inserted Wings, fly back to my hometown - Yuyao. When I was very young, my grandfather told me that I was a northerner. However, the term “northern” is almost a blank in my memory. I don’t know what the north is