我知道一支歌。那该是很早很早以前,还是我童年的时候,因为我已经既记不起那歌的曲子,也记不清那歌的歌词了。我的心被回忆融化,我期望捉住他并让他那甜美的春天般的曲调和充满神秘色彩的歌词重新充满我的心,然而这不行了。可每一次,每当我走到田野,我看见田野春意盎然,遇见含羞的蝴蝶花的目光,听到头上百灵鸟歌声,触到风儿青春的爱抚,那风与绿叶逗趣,像少女一样在草地上翩翩起舞;每一次,每当我看见散布 I know a song. That was early long ago, when I was a boy, because I could not remember the song of the song, I could not remember the lyrics of the song. My heart is melted by memories, and I expect to catch him and refill my heart with his sweet spring-like melodies and mystical lyrics, but this will not work. But every time when I walked into the field, I saw the spring field, meet the eyes of shy butterflies, hear the song of the larks head, touch the wind youth caress, wind and green leaf funny, like a girl in the same Dancing on the grass; every time I see it scattered