为你已经走了一万公里。你穿着白色衬衣,衣领被风微微托起。你白净纤长的手臂伸向我,那么温柔那么坚定。我犹豫片刻,将自己的右手放进你的掌心。你带我爬上树梢,去看山那头的太阳。你说,你好不容易来见我一次。我说,我常常梦见你。你问我,究竟什么时候才能到达终点?我说,我会尽力朝前走去。睁开眼,我在教室里醒过来。一本轻巧的小书,被我随意地翻开。我侧目看向镶着 For you have gone ten thousand kilometers. You are wearing a white shirt and the collar is slightly raised by the wind. Your white, slender arms stretched over me, so gentle and firm. I hesitate for a moment, put my right hand into your palm. You take me up the treetops to see the sun in the other end of the mountain. You say, you finally come see me again. I said, I often dream of you. You ask me, when exactly can reach the end? I said, I will try my best to go forward. Open my eyes and I wake up in the classroom. A light little book, I opened it at random. I look straight to the trim