爱是我哭泣时，你为我擦眼泪的手指……当我专注地写出上面的句子时，数学老师走到了我的背后。于是课后的十分钟，我们说起了爱情的话题。当时大三的我，正在与一个女孩子热恋。我喜欢她淡淡的微笑，温暖如阳光，有着春日下小草萌芽时的芳香。激情飞扬是爱，天荒地老是爱，惊 Love is the finger that tears you when I cry ... When I wrote the sentence above, the math teacher walked behind me. So ten minutes after class, we talked about the topic of love. At that time, junior, I was in love with a girl. I like her faint smile, warm as the sun, with the spring when the sprout of grass fragrance. Passion is flying love, forever love, surprise