思念,在校园的落叶里。思念如流水。它绵延不绝,时而轻柔,缓慢,像母亲微凉的手,一遍遍抚摸我焦灼浮躁的心;时而强劲,急促,不知道从哪里突然冒出来,把我打个措手不及,落花流水。思念是调皮的。它像那潺潺的河水,流过高山,穿过平原,汇入那一望无际的大海。我不知道它的源头是哪儿。它像南迁的小 Miss, in the school leaves. Miss like water. It stretches indefinitely, sometimes gentle, slow, like mother’s cool hands, touching my anxious heart over and over again; sometimes strong, rapid, do not know where to emerge suddenly, I caught a surprise, fall. Miss is naughty. It is like the gurgling river, flowing through the mountains, across the plains, into the boundless sea. I do not know where it is from. It is like a small south moved