盼你,走进我的视野。心在盼望中老成了一株千年古树,孤寂中盼你的眷恋,哪怕是匆匆的一瞥;孤寂中盼你的回眸,哪怕是短促的顾盼。盼你,隔着长长的睫毛,仿佛隔着一泓秋水。终于,你袅娜的身影仿佛是映在湖面上,令我不敢呼吸,哪怕是轻轻的喘息声,也恐将 I hope you come into my horizons. Heart grew in the hope of a millennium old tree, loneliness in the hope of your attachment, even a hurried glance; lonely hope you look back, even if short stare. Hope you, across the long eyelashes, as if across a Hong autumn. Finally, your pretty figure seems to be reflected in the lake, so I can not breathe, even if it is gently breathing, but also fear will