也许只有在三月阳光灿烂时,望着湖岸上细细的柳条,我才可以微微地想起她。也许只有在梦中,我才可以见到她。至今,记忆中最清晰的是她的名字。她的脸,随着时光的流逝,在我脑海中模糊成淡淡的印记。假使我有什么希望,我只能说:我想见她。若说我和她的初遇,我没有把握能说清楚。我想应该是在某个炎热的夏日,那时,她可能穿着与她气质相搭的浅绿色的裙子,带着喜悦的眼神,心中充满欢愉,迎接我的降临。我们的初遇, Perhaps only in the sunny March, looking at the thin wicker on the banks of the lake, I can think of her slightly. Maybe only in a dream, I can see her. So far, the clearest memory is her name. Her face, as time goes by, blurs into my mind a faint mark. If I have any hope, I can only say: I want to see her. If I say her and her first encounter, I am not sure to make it clear. I think it should be on a hot summer day, when she may be wearing a light green dress with her temperament, with joy of eyes, full of joy in my heart, to meet my advent. Our first encounter,