也许，我们曾在鲜花盛开的路旁相遇。你我都没有在意，因为，我只感觉了你蓬勃的朝气和一股青春的风。也许，当你在骄阳下，在岗位上岩石一般的庄严屹立，我对你依旧还是那样的陌生。但是，在夏日渐沥的小雨里，在冬日呼啸的飞雪中－－ 人们不会忘记，在都市宁静的夜晚，是你奋 Maybe we had met on the roadside where flowers bloom. I do not care about you, because, I only feel your vigorous vigor and a youthful style. Perhaps, when you are in the sun, in the post of rock standing solemnly, I still still unfamiliar to you. However, in the summer rain, in the winter snow-drifting snow - people will not forget, in the city quiet night, you are excited