想当年,我们背靠背,在树荫下乘凉。阳光透过参差不齐的树叶照在我们身上,树荫下的我们开心说笑。刺耳的上课铃声打破了这份宁静,慌乱中,我们拎起凉鞋,撒腿就跑,全然不顾脚下传来的阵阵疼痛。百无聊赖的日子里,背靠背似乎多了一份安逸,把心中的故事编进梦里。想当年,我们背靠背,在田埂上仰望。夕阳愈来愈接近地平线了,一天的生活也渐渐地接近尾声。田埂上,我们把玩着河水中那细细的柔沙。绯红的夕阳将我们的影子拉得老长老长,影子所 In those days, we were back to back, enjoying the shade in the shade. The sunlight shines on us through the uneven leaves, and we are delighted in our shade. Grungy class ringtones broke the quiet, panic, we picked up the sandals, ran away, totally irrespective of the bursts of pain coming from the foot. In the days of boredom, back to back seems to be more of a comfort, the heart of the story compiled into a dream. In the past, when we were back to back, we looked up at it. The sunset is getting closer to the horizon, and the day’s life is gradually coming to an end. On the ridge, we play with the thin, soft sand in the river. The crimson sunset pulls our shadow to the elders, the shadows