风雨之后,总会有阳光照射的温暖,总会有彩虹绚烂的美丽。十五岁,迷惘。入秋了,风,凉凉的。他喜欢静静地坐在草地上,沐浴着温暖的阳光;他喜欢仰望天空,在心中放飞自己的理想;他也喜欢漫无目的地走在街上,享受着轻风的微凉……一切,那样恬静;一切,又似乎成为 After the storm, there will always be the warmth of the sun, there will always be beautiful gorgeous rainbow. Fifteen years old, confused. Autumn, the wind, cool. He likes to sit quietly on the grass, bathed in warm sunshine; he likes to look up to the sky and fly his ideal in his heart; he also likes to go aimlessly in the street, enjoying the cool breeze ... everything , So quiet; everything, it seems to be