“丁零……丁丁……零零……”微风轻拂,击响了那沉默一冬的风铃。那清脆的乐声回荡在我耳畔,抬头凝视着随风翩翩起舞的风铃,我思潮不禁翻滚起来,这一切的景象让我想起了她。我和她的邂逅是在2002年春,黄沙漫天飞舞的一天。当时我正在写作业,忽然听见“嘭嘭嘭”敲击窗户的声音。但因为外面正刮沙尘暴,或许是风刮的,再说我家住五楼不可能会有人蹬窗拜访,所以我 “Ding zero... Tintin...zero...” The breeze blew and the bell that silenced for a winter was struck. The crisp music reverberated in my ear and looked up at the wind chime dancing in the wind. My thoughts could not help but tumble. All this reminded me of her. My wife and I were in the spring of 2002 and the yellow sand flew over the sky. At the time I was writing my homework and I suddenly heard the sound of “clicking” on the window. But because the outside is scratching sandstorms, it may be wind blowing, and then I can’t be visited by people on the fifth floor of the house, so I