她应了一声,朝他们走去,仿佛走过了一路的青春落花,踏过了漫长的岁月歌声。而她在这其中,慢慢地长大。麦子住在安仁街三十二号,从外面看过来,爬山虎绕满了她的窗台,悄悄探出头窥视着她的生活。而当她推开窗户,就可以看到对面的钟楼,那是学校标志性的建筑。每当钟声敲响了日出,唤醒沉睡中的人们,麦子也会睁开惺忪的双眼。麦子的生活单调而平静。她是一个普通人,普通到丢进人群再也找不到的那类。眼睛不大不小, She should be a cry, walked toward them, as if all the way through the fall, spent a long time singing songs. And in this one, she grew up slowly. On the thirty-two Anren Street, the wheat was seen from the outside. The ivy wrapped around her ledge and quietly tapped her head to peek into her life. When she opens the window, she can see the clock tower across from it, which is a school landmark. Whenever the bell sounded the sunrise, awaken sleeping people, wheat will also open bleary eyes. The life of wheat is monotonous and calm. She is an ordinary person, ordinary to thrown into the crowd no longer find that kind. Eyes are not big or small