走在开满栀子花的江边,那一江东去的江水,无法带走我的思念;极目远望,那波涛汹涌的海水,无法使我的心平静。一架飞机从天空中掠过,仿佛上面坐着他。他走了,飞机渐渐变小,变小,钻进了云层。我再也控制不住自己,眼泪一滴一滴地落下,落在那白色的栀子花上,和他在一起时的美好情景依然在我眼前:曾经一起笑谈明星,曾经一起在校园里散步,曾经一起冲进老师办公室抢着提问。可是,现在…… Walking in the river garden full of gardenias, that river to the east, can not take away my thoughts; far-sighted, that rough waters, can not calm my heart. A plane passed over the sky, as if sitting above him. He was gone, the plane gradually smaller, smaller, got into the clouds. I could no longer control myself, tears falling drop by drop, fell on the white gardenia, the beautiful scene with him still in front of me: once together to laugh at the stars, once walk together on campus, once Rushed into the teacher's office rushed to ask questions. But now ...