可能是太阳落下去了,可能是乌云飘起来了,站在舞台上的我心里总有种凉凉的味道。那是五六点钟的光景。操场上的沙地弥蔓了荒草,昔日新绿的单杠也爬上了锈斑,陪了我快三年的柳树也枯死了两棵……黄昏早已来临,就像早晨熹微的彤光,唯一不同的是天空里挂上了一抹淡淡的轮廓残缺的月亮。太阳被教学楼阻挡,只能从树林间洒下几点稀疏的红光, May be the sun went down, clouds may be floating up, I always have a cool taste on the stage. That is the scene of five or six o’clock. Playground on the Mi Mi Mancao, the old green bar also climbed the rust on the horizontal bar, accompanied me almost three years willow trees withered two ... ... dusk has long come, just like the dawn of the morning light, the only difference Is the sky hung a touch of incomplete torn moon. The sun was blocked by the school building, only shed a few sparse red light from the trees,