夏末的风裹挟着舒适的暖意,仿佛可以把人熏醉。梦里,花田,只有你和我孤独地伫立。还记得夏日的傍晚,我们在电影院者《勇敢传说》的时候,你笑着问我:“如果我像公主梅丽达的母亲一样被巫法蛊惑变成一头大熊,你会不会害怕?会不会认不出我来?”我忽然想起了15岁那年的夏天。刚下过雨,空气里有树叶的清香。偶尔有车子经过,带着飞扬跋扈的匆忙。我手里攥者一份令人难过的成绩单,脸上的泪水,就像雨后树叶上大颗大颗的水珠,晶莹剔透,一碰触,便掉进掌心,再也无法干涸。 The late summer wind cools the warmth of comfort, as if people can get drunk. Dream, Hanada, only you and I stand alone. Remember the summer evenings, when we were in the “brave legend” of the cinema, you asked me with a smile: “If I were bewitched by the Witch Act as a bear, like Princess Melissa’s mother, would you be scared? Will not recognize me? ”I suddenly remembered the summer of 15 years old. It was raining and there was the fragrance of leaves in the air. Occasionally a car after, with a domineering rush. A grim transcript in my hand, tears on my face, like the large drops of water on the leaves after the rain, crystal clear, touch, then fell into the palm, no longer dry up.