在那个夜晚,我们十指相扣,并排躺在茵茵的草地上,嗅着花香,看着杂志,任由晚风凉凉地拂过我们的面庞。在那个早晨,我走进这个满是温馨花香的学校里。你就坐在那个靠窗的位置。窗外的阳光像一穗穗金色的流苏,从窗外倾泻而下,又似金色精灵,在搔弄你的发丝。我立刻被你吸引去了目光——即使你的目光从来没有在我身上停留。每天,我都嗅着你淡淡的发香听课。这似乎成了一种习惯。 On that night, we clasped together, lying side by side on the lawn, sniffing the flowers and watching the magazine, letting the evening breeze cool our way through our faces. That morning, I walked into the school full of warm flowers. You sit in the window. The sun outside the window is like a fringed tassel of gold, pouring down from the window, resembling a golden elf, scratching your hair. I was instantly drawn to you - even though your eyes never stopped on me. Every day, I smell your faint fragrance to attend classes. This seems to be a habit.