夜色下的苦楝树,落叶的乔木,月光从树缝间斑驳洒落在脚下青草地上。空气中,淡淡的不舍还有忧伤,迷漫着、扩散着……“叶子,在想什么呢?”我扭头问身边低头不语的她。她抬起头,眼眉弯弯,点点愁。“青枝,时间好快!”叶子轻轻感叹着。那声音,是深夜的香茗,飘着飘着就散开来,不见了。“是啊,三年转眼间,我们都长成大姑娘了。”这种伤感的话题,我努力想摆脱,开心也是分别。“我们,我说我们,谈谈理想?”叶子,静静地看着我。 Neem trees under the night, deciduous trees, moonlight streaks between the trees sprinkled on the foot of grass. In the air, a touch of dismay there sad, enamored, spread ... ... “Leaves, what are you thinking?” I turned around and asked her bow down. She looked up, her eyes curved and a little sad. “Green branches, time is fast!” Leaves sigh sigh. That voice is late at night, floating on the floating, disappeared. “Yeah, three years in an instant, we all grow into big girls. ” This sad topic, I try to get rid of, happy is the difference. “We, I say we talk about the ideal?” "Leaves, quietly watching me.