一九七九年那是一个春天,有一位老人在中国的南海边画了一个圈,神话般地崛起座座城,奇迹般聚起座座金山……———题记转眼间,那个春天已经过去了三十三年,那个老人也已仙逝而去。今天,又是一个春天。春风轻轻地吹拂着,那么舒服,那么惬意。走在这阳光明媚的春光里,我不禁又想起了那个老人,那个给中国带来神奇变化的那个“圈”。 It was a spring in 1979. An old man drew a circle around the South China Sea and raised the mythical seat of the legendary city of Jinshan, miraculously ... --- inscribed in the blink of an eye, that spring has been Over the past thirty-three years, that old man has also passed away. Today is another spring. Breeze gently blowing, so comfortable, so cozy. Walking in this sunny spring, I can not help but think of that old man, the “circle” that brought miraculous changes to China.