常常在傍晚的时候独自漫步在校外的田间小路,任风儿轻轻从身边吹过,心儿平静如秋日的天空,往事就像天边飘过的朵朵白云……那个叫雨的女孩并不算十分的漂亮,但她的可爱远远胜过了她的容貌。和她的相识缘于我们在同 I often walk alone on the field path outside the school in the evening. If the wind blows gently from her side, my heart is calm like the autumn sky. The past is like the white clouds drifting over the sky. The girl who is called the rain and Not very beautiful, but her cuteness far outweighed her appearance. It’s because we are in the same place with her