那是一个芬芳而忧伤的年代,忧伤就从她的心里涌上了眼睛。她想,自己18岁纯净的青春,那个不经意的人,总是跟她远远地就错过了。哪怕是她千辛万苦安排的“偶然”邂逅。回忆是一座伤城这个城市的天空原本已经很久不下雨了,可当米乐乐从机场走出来的时候,却突然下起了倾盆大雨。有人说,雨是天空的眼泪。这些天空的眼泪大滴大滴地落在米乐乐身上。接她的人还没来,米乐乐随手招了辆出租车,一进车门,寒 It was a fragrant and sad era, sadness from her heart into the eyes. She thought her 18-year-old pure youth, the casual person, always missed her. Even her endless arrangement of “chance ” Encounter. Memories of an injured city The sky in this city has not been raining for a long time, but when Miller came out from the airport, it suddenly started pouring rain. Some people say that rain is the sky’s tears. Drops of tears in these skies fell on Miller. Pick her people have not come, Miller readily recruit a taxi, one into the door, cold