人间四月天,空气里没有丝毫热气,有的只是诗人笔下一棵棵开花的树,以及在雨中悄然弥漫的薄荷香味。月底,我回到了学校。面对残阳落照,我看见校园一切如常。然而,我的回忆翩然翻转,在香港参加总决赛的画面又浮现在眼前。尽管,那一幕幕动人的瞬间,如今只能在日记本中轻柔地呼吸。但是,同世间一切美丽的事物一样,它们在我的记忆中定格,永不褪色。一车上,手握话筒的解说员是一位阳光、帅气的哥哥,他总给我一种似曾相识的感觉。他是香港人,说话带粤语腔。每次需要讲话的时候,他都从第一排的座位上转过身来,稍微清清嗓子,接着,车厢里便响起“安静,安静”的声音。我们乘坐的大巴行驶得很快,车窗外有片片绿 April sky in the world, there is not the slightest heat in the air, and some are just a flowering tree under the poet pen, as well as quietly filled in the rain mint flavor. At the end of the month, I returned to school. The face of residual photo, I saw the campus as usual. However, my memories flipped in and the picture of the finals in Hong Kong emerged again. Although, that moving moment, now only in the diary gently breathe. However, like all the beautiful things in the world, they are fixed in my memory and never fade. A car, the hand held the microphone is a sunshine, handsome brother, he always gave me a sense of deja vu. He is a native of Hong Kong and speaks Cantonese. Whenever he needed to speak, he turned from the seat in the first row and cleared his throat a little, then the voice of “quiet, quiet” sounded in the carriage. We take the bus to travel very fast, the window has a piece of green