一朵朵柳絮飘飞在草坪的上空,校园里氤氲着淡淡的芳香,一群群男孩子你追我赶地在操场上奔跑,女孩子们围成不同的圈,有的踢毽子,有的在丢手绢。风很轻,只是撩乱了你的刘海儿;风很静,似乎只有眼前的安详,全然看不出心中的澎湃。十五岁大概真是个情窦初开的年龄,不知道为什么总去注意那些擦肩而过的女孩,脑子里蹦跳出稀奇古怪的念头来。母亲总说我还小,别想那些不该想的 Blossoming catkins fly in the lawn over the campus with a hint of aroma, a group of boys you chase me rush to run in the playground, the girls surrounded by different circles, and some shuttlecock, and some in Lost handkerchief. The wind is very light, but confused your bangs; the wind is very quiet, it seems that only the immediate serenity, can not see the heart surging. Fifteen-year-old is probably really the age of first love, do not know why they always pay attention to those girls who pass by, bouncing out of my mind strange ideas. Mother always said I was still young, do not think those who should not think