那雨就在我的头上，杨树叶子般地响着。我翻着所有的记忆，寻找那雨在我头上的样子，并等着那雨一步步走下来，我随着那雨远去。我编了一篓的繁花，那是献给春天的。阳光照进心扉，里面一定少了鸟儿欢快的叫声。小路弯曲成春天的眉，上面飞过的蝴蝶小而美。果实挂出秋色，绿意 The rain was on my head and the poplars rang like a leaf. I flipped through all the memory and looked for the rain on my head and waited for the rain to come down one step at a time. I was going away with the rain. I made a bunch of flowers, it was dedicated to spring. The sun shines into the heart, and there must be less cheerful calls from the birds. The path is curved into a spring eyebrow, and the butterfly flying above is small and beautiful. Fruit hanging autumn, green