多少年华,映在书本;多少欢笑,来自我们。每次神游,我总会情不自禁地凝视窗外,透明的窗,渐渐浮现出你的脸庞,纯真的笑容像一朵花,永不凋谢般的挂在嘴边。你温暖的气息总是时不时地散发,如太阳般,照耀着我们的心田……纯真童年,我背着书包,一蹦一跳地走在清晨的晨曦之下,无忧无虑地想着今天要玩什么。没有多余的心机,太多的心眼,每个人的坦诚是我们之 How many years, reflected in books; how much laughter comes from us. Every fugue, I always can not help staring out the window, transparent window, gradually emerge out of your face, innocent smile like a flower, never faded like hanging around. Your warm atmosphere is always distributed from time to time, such as the sun, shining our hearts ... ... innocent childhood, I was carrying a school bag, hopped in the early morning light under the dawn of carefree thinking today What to play No extra effort, too many hearts, everyone’s frankness is ours