此时已是仲夏了,天空透亮清澈,微风从开着的窗溜进教室,燥热又黏稠,只想来一杯沁心的杧果冰。恍然间,心里绽开无数色泽艳丽的花朵,层层叠叠地开合,有关杧果冰和夏日的回忆如歌般流淌,仍清晰如昨。那是初夏的一天,午休的时候,隔壁班的他与我偶遇在一棵柳树下。他孤身一人坐在树下,捧了一杯杧果冰,一杯可乐,从远处看有说不尽的寂寞。同样孤单的我鬼使神差地走过去,轻巧地坐在他身边,能嗅到他身上的草木味道。他看了我一眼,笑了一下,把一点点可乐倒进杧果冰里,用小勺子漫不经心地搅几下,递给了我。我 It was midsummer at this time, the sky was clear and bright, the breeze slipped into the classroom from the open window, hot and sticky, and just wanted a cup of iced fruit. Suddenly, my heart blooming countless brightly colored flowers, opening and closing cascading, the ice and summer memories of the fruit like song flowing, still as clear as yesterday. That is the early summer day, lunch break, he and I next door class encounter under a willow tree. He sat alone under the tree, holding a glass of icing fruit, a glass of cola, from afar to see endless loneliness. I am the same lonely wizard to walk past, light sitting next to him, can smell the taste of the vegetation on his body. He glanced at me and laughed a little, poured a little Coke into the mango ice, casually stirred it with a small spoon and handed it to me. I