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痕迹

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发表时间:2021-04-25 15:12

风,来了就走,留下一地残叶。喧闹了一夏的飞鸟渐渐消失了,在空中找不到它们曾经飞翔的痕迹。


秋天变得阴沉了,常常走着走着,地上慢慢就湿润了。雨不动声色地滴落在我的发梢,我的肩膀,我的心头。


你说秋天是美丽的,你知道吗?有你的日子,一年四季,都如此美丽。


我珍藏的第一张成绩单,是你的亲笔,你说见到我的第一眼,就喜欢上了我。


记得那个草长莺飞的季节,湛蓝的天空中风放牧着白云。阳光小心翼翼地斜过眼前的樱花树,酝酿着,酝酿着,于是沁出了棉花糖般的洁白芬芳。樱花静静沐浴在阳光中,仿佛娇艳的蝴蝶镶嵌在略微羞涩的细枝上。你说每年都会用整个花期在它面前驻足,直至看到绝望才离去。


我伸手却被制止,高尚的手永远是临花轻颤的手,摘走鲜花的人会在倾覆美的同时,倾覆了自己。


我默默记在心里,记住这美丽的花朵,召唤着我却不轻许我,谢绝了我却不惹恼我,让我沐浴在它的光辉里,又染着它的清香一步一回头的离去。同时,记住你。


记得住在你家的那段日子,每天,当夕阳把余晖挥手一洒,这时就该放学了,我爱跟在你身后,踩你的影子,一边踩一边笑,你会和我讲学校讲家里的事,叮嘱我别挑破,好好学习。


就这样,古朴的巷子和沉默的桥,我们走了一年零一天。幸福每天随夕阳的光芒,在小城那头隐去踪影,我却把它们统统收藏在心中。


还记得我们的秋千吗?每次你推我,我都开心地咯咯大笑,你说你仿佛看到天使都笑了。


那些记忆碎了一地。阳光刺疼了我的双眼。


风,将秋千轻轻掀了掀,雨似乎更大了些。


我们这儿下雨了,你那里呢?天一点点阴冷下来,你那里呢?我想你了,你呢?


那些深深浅浅的痕迹,浸透你的体香,刻进我的生命里。一辈子。不忘记……

英语翻译:

The wind, when it comes, leave, leaving a piece of remnant leaves. The birds that had been noisy for the summer gradually disappeared, and there were no traces of their flying in the air.


Autumn became gloomy, and I often walked, and the ground slowly became wet. The rain dripped quietly on the tips of my hair, my shoulders, and my heart.


You said that autumn is beautiful, did you know? The days with you are so beautiful throughout the year.


The first transcript I treasured was your own handwriting. You said that you fell in love with me when you saw me.


I remember the season when the grass grew and the warblers flew, and the blue sky was grazing with white clouds in the wind. The sunlight slanted carefully across the cherry blossom trees in front of them, brewing, brewing, and then exuded the white fragrance of cotton candy. The cherry blossoms are quietly bathed in the sun, as if the delicate butterflies are inlaid on the slightly shy twigs. You said that you would spend the entire flowering period in front of it every year, until you see despair before leaving.


I stretched out my hand but was stopped. The noble hand is always the hand that trembles at the flower. The person who picks the flower will overthrow the beauty while overturning himself.


I silently remember it in my heart, remembering this beautiful flower, beckoning me but not giving me lightly, declining me but not annoying me, letting me bathe in its brilliance, and dyed with its fragrance, turning back one step at a time. go with. At the same time, remember you.


I remember the days when I lived in your house. Every day, when the setting sun waved the afterglow, it was time to end school. I love to follow you, step on your shadow, and laugh while stepping on it. You will tell me about school. Talking about family affairs, tell me not to pick things up and study hard.


In this way, the quaint alleys and silent bridges, we walked for a year and a day. Happiness disappears from the other side of the town with the light of the setting sun every day, but I keep them all in my heart.


Remember our swing? Every time you push me, I laugh happily. You said you laughed as if you saw an angel.


Those memories were all shattered. The sun hurt my eyes.


The wind gently lifted the swing, and the rain seemed to be heavier.


It's raining here, where are you? The sky is a little bit colder, where are you? I miss you, how about you?


Those deep and shallow traces, soaked in your body fragrance, carved into my life. lifetime. Don't forget...


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