风铃,轻轻地,被岁月的风摇响,也摇响了我心中那层淡淡的冷寂与凄清。望着摇响的风铃和铃声中的她,我那泛黄的记忆便如乳液般温存浓郁的馨香。弥漫心房的尽是欣悦的,润泽的,温馨的……几年前,我在中考的独木桥上无可奈何地摔了下来,没有考上重点中学。于是,往后的日 The wind chime, gently, was rattled by the winds of the years, and it also echoed the faint coldness and clearness in my heart. Looking at her in a chiming wind chime and ringing tone, my yellowish memories will be as rich as the lotion. The diffuse heart is full of joy, moist, warm ... ... a few years ago, I fell on the canopy in the entrance examination without help, and did not enter the key middle school. So, the next day