让我们留住浪漫,留住心中的淡淡缱绻。谁还记得第一朵榕花开时细腻浓密的幽香,谁还记得雨水滋润叶尖玲珑的清爽,谁还记得第一声秋鸣碾碎尘土的回忆?诗人在寒冬吟唱,寻找着雪的记忆。也许还记得向日葵开时那个古老而陈旧的夏天,也许还记得柳枝在风中舞得凌乱,也许还记得桃花与流水的舞蹈,也许还记得咀嚼槐花时唇齿间的甜蜜,可是,却再也找 Let us stay romantic and keep the faint heart in our hearts. Who still remembers the delicate and delicate fragrance of the first flower, who remembers the exquisite refreshment of the rain and the nourishment of the rain. Who remembers the first tumultuous crushing of the dust? The poet sang in the winter and searched for the memory of the snow. . Maybe I still remember the ancient and old summer days when the sunflowers opened. Maybe I remember that the willow branches danced in the wind. Maybe I remember dancing with peach blossoms and flowing water. Maybe I still remember the sweetness between the lips and teeth when I was chewing flowers, but again Also find