编者留言四月初,纷纷乱乱的冷暖喜忧,还来不及收拾和回味,就被拢做一堆,扫进了时光的地窖。此时,我们何不拈来一些文学的酵母,酿一酿刚刚过去的青春流光,待哪一天打开记忆的闸门,说不准醇美的馨香就会溢满心底,化作温润的微笑,爬上眉梢。那天听说她要走,爱面子的我虽然很想为她送行,但是脚步终究因为我们之间没有解开的心结而停止下来,停在了教室外。望着教室里那些为她开“派对”送行的同学,看着她从脸颊滑落的感动泪水,我不知道,那一串泪珠中有没有一滴是因为我没与她最后告别而流;我不知道,她是 Editor’s Note In early April, all the chaos of the warm and cold, not enough time to pack up and aftertaste, they were gathered to do a bunch, swept into the cellar of time. At this point, why do not we come to some of the literary yeast, stuffed with the youth just past the flow of light, one day to open the memory of the gate, could not say mellow fragrance will overflow full of heart, turned into a warm smile, climb brow . Although I heard that she wanted to leave that day and I loved to face her, I really wanted to give her a hand, but my footsteps finally stopped because we did not solve the knot and stopped outside the classroom. Looking at the classmates who left for her “Party” in the classroom and watched her move from tears on her cheek, I did not know whether there was a drop in the teardrops because I did not bid farewell to her; I do not know, she is