庭前的桂树又开了,微风下,摇曳着,芬芳着。阳光普下,那金桂下好像出现了你的身影——亲爱的小宁,你还好吗?估摸着我们有三年没联系了,你可曾怪我?怪我没在你搬家之前说出心里话?桂花的清香随着微风飘散开来,洋溢在心头,那是属于我俩的味道。不由自主地来到电话机前,拨打你的电话,记忆也一一浮现...... In front of the laurel and opened, the breeze, swaying, fragrant. Under the sunshine, it seems under the golden Gui your figure - Dear Xiaoning, how are you? Estimated that we have not linked for three years, you can blame me? Strange I did not say anything before you move Osmanthus fragrant drifting with the breeze, filled in my heart, it is part of our taste. Involuntarily came to the phone, dial your phone, memory also emerge one by one ......