那个时候他的学校在西大,我的学校在民院,相距很远。他每次来找我的时候,都骑着他的那辆旧车,花上一个多小时,骑到我们宿舍那棵高大的梧桐树下,大声地叫两声我的名字,然后就静静地等在那里,等我从宿舍窗户伸出头来,向他招招手。我手忙脚乱地把自己收拾一下,然后飞一般的下楼,笑着一步一步走向他。阳光透过梧桐树叶射在他的脸上,一切都是那么明朗。大三那年的情人节下着雨,他还是骑车从西大 At that time, his school was in Xida University and my school was far away in the courthouse. Every time he came to me, he rode his old car and spent more than an hour riding under the tall sycamore tree in our dormitory, calling out my name twice and then quietly Waiting for me to wait until I reached out from the dorm window and beckoned to him. I am scrambling to clean up myself, and then fly down the stairs, smiling step by step toward him. The sun shot through his leaves on his face, everything is so clear. The third year of Valentine’s Day rains, he is still riding a bike from the West