那座塔,那汪湖,那卷书,那些人,那片林,那丛花,还有那雨打风吹去的历史和这里年年月月演绎着的校园故事,风声、雨声、读书声还有上课的铃声,所有在这里流过的泪、绽开的笑……这一切的一切,都被她静静地揽在怀中。 The tower, the lake, the book, the people, the piece of forest, the cluster of flowers, the history of the rain and wind and the interpretation of the campus story, wind, rain, There was a class ring in my study, all the tears I had shed here, the laughter of a smile ... All this was taken in her arms by her.