一八月的一天,雷春走了。他带走了我的春天。他走得匆忙,无声、无语、无言。他走得太早,急速、没有任何理由。他走得太不应该,简直不近情理。八月,本是一个硕果累累的时节,树上的果子趾高气扬地迎着秋歌舞蹈,田地里的玉米、水稻、洋芋等等庄稼拼命地吮吸澄净的骄阳壮大自己,流淌在山川里面的河流正是一年里气壮山河的时候,那些从不先声夺人的最最美丽的花朵迎着蔚蓝的高天恣意开放,雷春,却急匆匆地走了。 One day in August, Lei Chun left. He took my spring away. He walked in a hurry, silent, speechless, speechless. He goes too early, haste, for no reason. He went too far should not be unreasonable. August, this is a fruitful season, the tree’s fruit arrogantly greeted the autumn song and dance, the fields of corn, rice, potato and so on desperately sucking the sun shine net grow their own rivers flowing inside the mountains It is during the year when the mighty and the mighty rivers and lakes, those who never first heard the most beautiful flowers against the blue sky open to wanton, Lei Chun, hastily gone.