9月 2 7日　星期五静静的无眠夜 ,淡淡的灯光下 ,从抽屉深层捧出带锁的日记 ,细细品读昔日的岁月。记得 ,花香鸟语的春晨 ,捧着抒情诗章 ,高声诵读的豪迈 ;记得 ,天高云淡的夏日 ,漫步荫凉小道 ,谈笑风生的爽朗 ;记得 ,细雨萧萧的深秋 ,撷摘满篮果子 ,笑靥洋溢的风采 ;记得 ,寒 Silent sleepless night on Friday, September 27th, under a faint light, holding a locked diary deep from the drawer, and carefully reading the old days. I remember that in the spring morning of the flowers and birds, holding a lyric poem, I read the heroic voice loudly; I remember that in the high summer days, I walked in the cool path, chatting and laughing, and remembered the hearty and refreshing. I remember that the late autumn was full of drizzle. Fruit, laughing with style; remember, cold