红 蜻蜓，永远那么鲜活，闪烁，光彩夺目。倏忽的来去，灵巧的弯折，轻盈的翅翼，如天使般自由。栖落时，则是静止的精灵，美丽、孤独，沐浴在温暖的水光里，构成一幅多么美的图画呀。这是童年里满心追逐的那只吗，是“小荷才露尖尖角，早有蜻蜓立上头”的那只吗，它从历史的诗画里走来，从孩童的记忆中走来，穿越时空，停留在一枚草叶尖上，拨动心弦，凝固和温红了多少童年的欢乐与迷恋呢。

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