又到了如火的夏季,知了在树上声声叫个不停;又到了挥挥手你朝南走我向西行的六月。还记得席慕蓉的诗吗?——走得最急的,总量最美的时光。关于离愁别绪人们已经抒发得够多了。在你经历了不曾想像过的疼痛后,你还会在梦里问吗?校园量的月季是否依然娇艳欲滴?月色如水,清风拂面,树木是否依然婆娑起舞?学校电影院量是否依然荡漾着轻轻笑声——你走过的林阴小道,还飘散着你的气息;你洒过汗水的运动场上,留 It was summer in fire, knowing the sound of the tree called non-stop; went to wave you south west walk in June. Do you remember Xi Murong’s poems? - the most urgent, the most beautiful time. People have expressed enough about distraction. After you have experienced the pain you never imagined, you will still be asked in the dream? Whether the volume of the campus is still delicate and tender? Moonlight water, breeze was blowing, the trees are still whirling? School cinema volume is still rippling With a soft laugh - you walked through the forest path, but also filled with your breath; you sprinkle sweat on the playground, stay