你睁着似一汪泉水般清澈透明的眼睛,眼神里饱含着脉脉的温情。我弯下腰握住你的小手,轻轻许诺:“就让我握住你的手,再也不要放开。”一早春的景色很美,柳树抽出了新芽,百花竞相开放,满园的春色让人心旷神怡。你喜欢我牵着你的手,穿过大街小巷,看那车水马龙、流光溢彩的街景;你还喜欢安静地坐在我的自行车后座上,用一种我听不懂的歌声为车链转动的声音伴奏;更多的时候,你喜欢轻 Your eyes open like a clear spring-like eyes, eyes full of warmth of veins. I bent down to hold your little hand, gently promised: “Let me hold your hand, never open. ” Early spring scenery is beautiful, willow out of the sprouts, flowers bloom open, Man Yuan The spring makes people feel good. You like me holding your hand through the streets, looking at the busy, Ambilight streetscape; you also like to sit quietly on the back seat of my bike, with a song I do not understand for the car Chain rotating sound accompaniment; more often, you like light