如果心不在那里,走到哪里,都是流浪。风儿一吹,就把夏天吹米了,我还没留神就被吹进了一个沉重的故事里。故事里的夏天可不是这样的宁静,那是一个不安分的季节,所有的事物都在骚动。树上的知了叫得人无法睡觉,沙沙的写字声打破了人的思路,手心里都是大把大把的汗,天啦,这是一个什么样的夏天啊。 If the heart is not there, go where are wandering. When the wind blows, summer blows the rice, and I was blown into a heavy story before I was there. The story of the summer is not so quiet, it is a restless season, all things are in turmoil. Known on the tree called people can not sleep, rustling writing broke the human train of thought, the hands are a lot of sweat, God, this is what kind of summer ah.