没有课的黄昏,我总会踩过那条铺满法国梧桐树叶的校园小路,或坐在路对面被雨水冲洗得干干净净的青石台阶上,或靠在沉默沧桑的百年老墙旁,手捧一本从心底里流露出深切喜爱的书,看那或美丽或忧伤的文字在他人的指尖下跳着优美的舞蹈。这是我最为理想的校园生活,在我的心中,它精致 In the evening without lessons, I always step on the school road that is covered with sycamore leaves, or sit on the blue stone steps washed cleanly by the rain, or by the hundred-year-old wall beside the silent vicissitudes. Hold a book that reveals deep affection from the bottom of my heart and see beautiful or sad texts dancing gracefully under the fingertips of others. This is my ideal campus life. In my heart, it is exquisite