风吹过,摇曳起窗边纤巧的风铃,敲击起一阵好听的声响。我拾起一片发黄的树叶,仿佛拾起儿时的一段岁月……我记得,我曾经有一个秋千:两棵大树间吊起一个小小的方凳,坐上去,小伙伴推上一把,便高高地抛起。风从耳边吹过,听见风的声音———呼呼。想起来,那时的夏天荡秋千是最惬意? The wind blew, swaying the tiny wind chimes from the window, and hit a good sound. I picked up a yellowish leaf, as if I had picked up childhood years... I remember that I used to have a swing: a small square stool was lifted between two big trees, and I sat up and the little friend pushed it up. We throw it high. The wind blows past her ear and hears the sound of the wind—whare. Think of it as the best thing to do at the time of the summer swing.