“放我的真心在你的手心,也许明天不再相遇。放你的真情在我的衣襟,风雨吹不进我心的宁静。”——题记静静地坐在窗台上,听着一首很老的歌,久违的回忆让我的心情有些潮湿。我不曾想过我可以这样安静地坐着,一个人静静地回忆我们在一起的日子里发生过的一切。窗台上的那盆芦荟摇曳在风雨中,叶片上晶莹的水珠闪着光。记得,我们爱哼着不知名的小调,骑着车在路上比赛。我说要一直跑下去,你说要陪我一起。记得,我们爱坐在教室里,说着除彼此之外谁也不明白的话,谈论着各种各样的话题,然后收起无法言状的兴奋表情,轻松地叹一口气,低下头去,扎进一摞摞的试卷里…… “Put my true heart in your palm, maybe tomorrow no longer meet. Put your true love in my skirt, the wind and rain do not enter my peace of mind.” - Inscription quietly sitting on the windowsill, listening A very old song, long absence memories make my mood a bit damp. I never thought I could sit quietly, quietly remembering everything that happened with us all together. Avalon on the windowsill swaying in the wind and rain, the sparkling water droplets shining on the leaves. Remember, we love humming an unknown minor, riding the car on the road race. I said to keep running, you say you want to stay with me. Remember, we love sitting in the classroom, talking about a variety of topics, talking to each other but who do not understand it, and then snapping up unspeakable expressions of excitement, sighing easily and bowing down Into a stack of papers ...