时光驻足成树,头顶是望不尽的旧时韶光。往事掠过浮影,似木叶间的阳光浮动,那段在风车旋转声中被吹落的童年时光,再次展现眼前,令人回味。秋风拂面而过,空气那样香甜。我独自坐在外婆家的庭院中,本想以发呆来打发这无趣的时光,可调皮的你不时扮鬼脸来引起我的注意,而我也总被你滑稽的表情逗乐。你叫小若,比我小一些。我 Time flies into a tree, overhead is endless old times. The past skim the floating shadow, like the sunlight floating between the leaves, which was blown in the windmill during the childhood of childhood, once again demonstrated the immediate, memorable. Autumn wind blowing, the air is as sweet. Sitting alone in the grandmother’s courtyard, I wanted to use a daze to get rid of this boring time, naughty you from time to time grimace caught my attention, and I am always amused by your funny look. If you are small, smaller than me. I