整理书房,翻找出一个泛黄的笔记本,页脚向上翘着。随意翻阅,一片梧桐树叶悄然滑落,猛然想起这应该是你送给我的。窗外那棵身上满是皱纹的梧桐正随风摇摆,应和着我的思绪,发出沙沙的声响。回忆被风儿牵着小手,从脑海里慢慢地钻出来了。犹记得站在梧桐树下的你,身着一件白色衬衫,裤子上还残留着没有洗净的巧克力印渍。我如风般地跑过去,结结实实地往你肩膀上拍了一下。 Finishing the study, find a yellowed notebook, upturned footer. Feel free to read, a piece of plane leaves slipping quietly, I suddenly remembered that this should be for you. The window is full of wrinkled Indus is swaying with the wind, and my thoughts, the sound of rustling. Memories of the wind holding a small hand, slowly drilled out from my mind. I still remember standing under the plane tree you, wearing a white shirt, pants still unwashed chocolate stains. I ran like a wind, sturdy to your shoulder patted.