你问我:你什么时候开始喜欢我的?我回答:我不知道。只是有一天遇见,每一眼,看你身边无论男女,都觉得是情敌的时候,我就知道,我没救了。——题记从春到夏,再到秋。秋草黄,秋风起,秋叶落。我知道,自己最终成不了诗人,只是因为想你,才去堆积那些简单的文字,就像是堆积木。只是因为想你,才去用心收集那些从内心深处流动 You ask me: When do you start to like me? I reply: I do not know. Only met one day, each eye, both men and women around you, are feeling rivals, I know, I did not save. - Inscription from spring to summer, then to autumn. Autumn grass yellow, autumn wind, autumn leaves fall. I know that I could not become a poet in the end, just because I miss you, to stack up those simple words, like a pile of wood. Just because I miss you, I try my best to collect those who flow deep inside