阳光轻轻叩打着窗户,天空如水洗过一般蓝,风儿在那天空之中慵懒地放牧着白云。我站在窗边向外望去,一片生机蓬勃的景象。合上双眸,那支离破碎的记忆流入江河……我们相识时,你十岁,我九岁。你随着父母搬到了这里,我们成了邻居,十分友好,经常形影不离。而我,最喜欢你的,是你那浅浅的微笑。每当我不开心时,你的微笑就如风吹着柳叶般化解我满心的愁绪。 The sun gently tap the window, the sky was washed blue, the wind in the sky lazily grazing the clouds. I stood looking out the window, a vibrant scene. Close your eyes, that fragmented memory into the river ... ... we met, you are ten years old, I am nine years old. As your parents moved here, we became neighbors, very friendly, often inseparable. And I, most like you, is your shallow smile. Whenever I am not happy, your smile is like the wind blowing willow-like to resolve my full heart melancholy.