依恋是无言的诗,无墨的画,没有音符的乐,也许这依恋唯一具象的表达,是泪水顺着眼角淌出、滑落,又像一部歌剧,曲终、人散,只余淡淡的悲伤浮于世间。天是阴的,抬头可见雨丝打进眼里,极细的雨丝没有触感,连阴沉的水泥地都没有打湿。最后一天,感触与依恋顺着双腿在地上生根,在名为文来的学校的土地上发芽。初中的最后一天,似乎没有了迎考的热情与斗志,所有人忙着交换着同学录,在对方白色的校服上签上自己的名字,老师也睁一只眼,闭一只眼,看着我们无谓地消磨时间,只是 Attachment is speechless poem, inkless painting, music without notes, perhaps this attachment is the only concrete expression, tears flow down and down the corner, but also like an opera, the end of the song, people scattered, only faint Sadness floating in the world. The sky is cloudy, looked up and saw the rain wire into the eyes, very fine rain silk no touch, even the gloomy concrete did not wet. On the last day, feelings and attachment rooted along the legs and sprouted on the land of a school called Boon Lai. The last day of junior high school, there seems to be no enthusiasm for the test and fighting spirit, everyone busy exchange of students, each other’s white school uniform signed his name, the teacher also opened one eye and closed one eye, watching We spend time unnecessarily, just