诗人西川说:“明媚的是一支烟和一首抒情的歌,明媚的是少年那清纯的嗓子和他的吉他,明媚的是门前的一朵云窗前的一朵花,明媚的是街上滚滚而过的日光的洪流……”可我觉得,在青春中,明媚的还有微感动……夕阳西下,天边的火烧云像秋日的枫叶一样,一片通红。我和她留在教室里办黑板报,她画画我写字,怪不得被别人称为连体好闺蜜。“这一块的字用什么颜色的笔写呢?”她扭过头来,细细端详着,许久才说:“用红色的吧。”她微微一笑,我愣在了原地。她身后的窗外是大 The poet Nishikawa said: “The bright is a piece of tobacco and a lyrical song. It is the juvenile pure voice and his guitar. It is a flower in front of a cloud window, beautiful Is the torrent of the sun rolling over the street ... ”But I think, in youth, there are bright and moving ... ... sunset, the clouds on the horizon like the autumn maple leaves, a red. I and her stay in the classroom to do blackboard newspaper, she painted me to write, no wonder someone called Siamese good girlfriends. “What color of the word with a piece of paper to write it?” “She turned her head and looked carefully, long time to say: ” She said with a smile, I froze in place. The window behind her is big