雪儿,你还记得吗?还记得桔红色夕阳下点缀着金黄色野花的那片萋萋的芳草地吗?还记得我们曾牵手走过相约百年的那片茵茵的芳草地吗? 哦,记得,雪儿,你一定记得。就在我们道班前边那道山梁的南坡上,有那么一个地方,春风吹来,碧绿一片,茸茸的芳草中间,夹杂着金黄色的小小的野花,如一袭华贵的地毯。黄昏的时候,我们收了工,常常相挽着翻过山梁,来到这里,或坐或卧,我嘴里衔一片草叶,你掐一朵野花,拿在手里,摇着。我们话人 Cher, do you still remember the orange sunset dotted with golden yellow wildflowers of that piece of grass? Remember that we have been hand in hand about the same hundred years that piece of lawn grass it? Oh, Remember, Cher, you must remember. Just on the southern slope of the mountain beam in front of our road class, there was a place where the spring breeze blew in the middle of a turfy green grass with a little golden wildflowers, such as a luxurious carpet. At dusk, when we got the work, we climbed over the mountain beam, came here often, or sat down or lying down. I held a blade of grass in my mouth. You pinch a wild flower, hold it in your hand and shake it. We talk to people