我想,我至今还留在八月份吧,那个炎炎夏日,用别离筑成晶莹的夏日。或许是过于美好,所以紧抓着不回来。早上起来,街上的路灯像去年的十二月份一样明亮,衬出天是那么的黑,隐约透出明明暗暗的蓝。我背起书包踏出家门,那时我亲爱的爸爸妈妈还在熟睡中。路上行人不少,大多是赶着去上课的学生。以前总有那么一个人打电话催我起床,然后两个人趁着这不长久的夜色去学校,感受冬的气息。 I think, I still stay in August it, that summer, with the formation of crystal clear summer. Perhaps it is too good, so clutching does not come back. In the morning, the street lights were as bright as December of last year, leaving the sky dark and vaguely revealing the clear, dark blue. I took my bag and walked out of my house when my dear Mom and Dad were still asleep. A lot of pedestrians on the road, mostly students rush to class. In the past, there was always a person calling me to get up and then two people take advantage of this not long night to go to school, feel the breath of winter.