周五,下着不算滂沱的雨。校门口,汽车、公交车、摩托,自行车……空气里充斥着嘈杂的声音。我独自行走着,看不清雨中下着谁的泪水。如果你走了,我怎么办·六年级拍毕业照时,我拉着你很天真地问,你亦是用同样稚气的语气回答我:不会的,我还不会搬家。这样一番令人哭笑不得的对话,我现在想起来,心却狠狠地颤抖了一下。 Friday, under the torrential rain. The school gate, cars, buses, motorcycles, bicycles ... the air is full of noisy sounds. I walked alone, can not see who tears in the rain. If you go, what can I do? When I took a graduation photo in the sixth grade, I asked you very naively. You answered me in the same childish tone: No, I will not move. It was such a dumbfounding dialogue that I now remembered, but my heart trembled fiercely.