亚亚走的那一天,我翘了课去送她。午后的阳光很纯净,透过玻璃洒进来,被剪辑成细碎的片断。我在亚亚的肩上哭的一塌糊涂。亚亚,亚亚你不走行么? 我是真的希望亚亚留下的,她对我一直那么重要.但我留不住她。她拍我的背,很轻,乖,别哭了。送走亚亚,我背着大大的书包在街上晃。空气很干净,清新的味道扑过来,让我想起小北,于是我回学校。高高的 On the day Aya traveled, I took classes and sent her. The afternoon sun was pure and spilled through the glass and it was cut into pieces. The mess I cried on Yaya’s shoulders. Asia, Asia, Asia, do you not walk? I really want to leave Yaya. She has always been important to me. But I can’t keep her. She shot my back, very light, hey, don’t cry. Sent to Asia and Asia, I wore a large schoolbag on the street. The air was clean and the fresh flavor rushed. It reminded me of Xiaobei, so I returned to school. high