习习凉风掠过发际。秋天是伤感的季节,我想。漫步在石臼湖边,空气中弥漫着花草的芳香,那甜甜的味道是那么熟悉,却又似陌生。于是,我想起了你,萍儿还记得那个扎着羊角辫的小姑娘吗?我可一直没忘记你呀。望着水波微漾的湖面,一幅幅温馨的画面渐渐展开…… The cool breeze passed over the hairline. Fall is a season of sadness, I think. Walking around the lake, the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and herbs. The sweet taste is so familiar but strange. So, I remember you, Pinger still remember that little girl with horned crows? I never forget you. Looking at the lake where water ripples slightly, a picture of warmth gradually unfolds...