我躺在宽阔的草地中央,伸出手抓住长长的草茎。风突起又平息,把希望的远香吹上我的心头。我想要一个名字,一个触手可及的名字,一个可以让我感觉在青春的脉博里跳荡的名字,它像春天里探出的温柔的触角,像女孩子穿的布裙子飞扬起很轻很漫的情致。蒲公英白色的绒毛飘到我长长的黑发上。我睁开眼睛,努力寻找那个名字。孙蓉在这个黄昏来到我身边。尽管入了秋,大地仍抗拒不了太阳热情的余温,一脉一脉美丽的光线全洒在充满写意的菊花丛与红砖墙之间,还有孙蓉明丽灿烂的脸上。我抬起头,仔细端望她的脸,静静地听着她的故事。“你不知道在青春的陷阱里,任何虚伪的东西都变得很美。”她蹙起眉心,秋水翦瞳盛 I lay in the middle of broad grass, reach out and hold the long grass stem. The wind broke off and subsided, blowing the distant incense of hope onto my heart. I wanted a name, a name at my fingertips, a name that I could feel as if I was in the youth, like the gentle tentacles of spring, like a girl wearing a sarong Light and very romantic. Dandelion white fluff drifted onto my long black hair. I opened my eyes and tried to find that name. Sun Rong came to me by this evening. Despite the fall, the earth still can not resist the warmth of the sun’s warmth, a pulse of beautiful light all sprinkled in the freehand chrysanthemum and red brick walls, there are brilliant bright Sun Rong face. I looked up, looked her face carefully and listened quietly to her story. “You do not know that in the trap of youth, any hypocritical things have become beautiful.” She frowned, Akita Hitomi pupil Sheng