桂花树下,石子路旁。一个熟悉而又陌生的身影映入眼帘,慢慢转过身来,两个人的眼神交织在一起,一瞬间,那日的一幕幕在脑海中浮现。记忆中,那时你还是个可怜的小女孩……初见的那天,你独自一人在石子路上奔跑着。你好像哭了,哭得很伤心、很无助。事后才得知,你是一个孤儿,从小就生活在孤儿院。因为你幼小,其他孩子都欺负你。那日,你因为忍受不了他们的欺侮,就自己偷跑了出来。路面一块凸起的石子将你 Under the osmanthus tree, beside the stone road. A familiar and unfamiliar figure came into view and slowly turned back. The eyes of the two people were intertwined. The scene of that day came to mind. In memory, you were a poor little girl at that time... On the day you first met, you ran alone on the gravel road. You seem to cry, cry very sad, very helpless. It was learned afterwards that you were an orphan and lived in an orphanage since childhood. Because you are young, other children bully you. That day, because you could not endure their bullying, you stole it. A raised stone on the pavement will take you