一从来没有想过,那个在银杏浅奏秋曲,凉风袭来时认识的她,那个喜欢牵着我的手沐浴着秋日的暖阳,踏着默契的步伐去寻找一份天长地久的她,那个说要和我做一辈子好朋友的她,竟对我说:我们不再是朋友!那是个黄昏,风很轻很轻,天上是铅灰色的断云,一只落单的白鸽掠过天际。我正准备背上书包起身离开,她却突然叫住我。她仔细打量我,似乎要把我看穿。我被她盯得有些不自在,想笑一笑 A never thought of that Gingko played Qiuqu song, when the cool wind hit her, that like holding my hand bathed in the autumn warm sun, marching tacit understanding of the search for a forever The one who said she wanted to be a good friend for life, actually said to me: We are no longer friends! It is a dusk, the wind is light and light, the sky is a gray cloud, a single white pigeon Across the sky I was ready to leave the back of the schoolbag, she suddenly stopped me. She looked me through carefully and seemed to see through me. I was staring at her somewhat uncomfortable, want to smile