渐渐地,斑斓的生活变得单调。天气转凉,开始下雨;天气变热,艳阳高照。夏日里的风,把心吹得宁静,吹得寂寞。干燥的空气,灼热的阳光。炎夏,六月,已走过了一半。那些纯真的笑脸,那些快乐的嬉戏,那些白衬衫,那些格子裙,那些女孩,那些少年。一切,都随着天空中飘过的云、吹过的风、照耀的太阳、夜空中的繁星,开始变得珍贵。而我们,都将走进相片,随着尘封的记忆, Gradually, the gorgeous life becomes monotonous. The weather turned cold and it began to rain; the weather became hot and the sun was shining. The wind in the summer has quietly blown hearts and is lonely. Dry air, hot sun. In summer, June has already passed halfway. Those innocent smiles, those happy playful, those white shirts, those plaid skirts, those girls, those teenagers. Everything begins to become precious with the clouds that have drifted in the sky, the wind that has been blown, the sun that shines, and the stars in the night sky. And we will all walk into the photos, with the dusty memories,