三月的烟雨,飘摇的南方你坐在你空空的米店你一手拿着苹果,一手拿着命运在寻找你自己的香——《米店》她一直以鲜活明媚的模样存在我的记忆里,潦烈、笨拙、孤独、勇敢,我的米店姑娘。初见时,作为一个迟到几天的转学生,没有自我介绍,没有笑容与客套,拎着手提包沉默着一晃而过,走路带风。她没有给我留下好印象,而我不动声色的打量大概也让她觉得冒犯。随即出于各种小女生的较劲心理,面上风平浪静的我们,内心都暗流汹 The misty rain in March, the turbulent south You sit in your empty rice shop You hold the apple in one hand, The destiny is looking for your own fragrance in one hand - “Mie shop” She has always been in the vivid appearance of my memory In the house, I was strong, awkward, lonely, and brave. My rice shop girl. At the first sight, as a transfer student who was a few days late, he did not introduce himself. He did not have a smile or a politeness. He took a brief walk through the handbag and walked with the wind. She did not make a good impression on me, and my quiet observation probably made her feel offended. Immediately afterwards, all of us are calm and calm.