这是我来到这个城市后的第一个春天。天空苍黄得如同一个伤寒病人的脸。于是很自然的想起你，此刻抬起头所看到的天空一定是孩童般甜美的湛蓝，你所走过的道路两旁一定有美丽的梧桐树。你大口呼吸着空气中阳光柔软的味道。然后你笑了，笑的时候嘴角一定向左扬起，扯出好看的弧 This is the first spring after I came to this city. The sky was like a typhoid patient’s face. So naturally I think of you. The sky that I looked up at the moment must be as sweet and blue as a child. There must be beautiful plane trees on both sides of the road you have walked. You breathe in the soft smell of the sun in the air. Then you smiled, and when you laugh, your mouth must rise to the left and pull out a nice arc