一杯奶茶陪我喝了一季的时光,无情的岁月流逝在水乳交融的年代。花开了又谢,水断了又流,燕子已在教室门口的吊灯下安好了窝,一颗静静的心镀上一层淡淡的余辉,就连枫叶落在手心也浑然 A cup of milk tea accompanied me for a quarter of the time, and the ruthless years passed in the age of blending. Flowers bloomed and thanked. The water was broken and flowed. Swallows had settled under the chandelier at the entrance of the classroom. A quiet heart was plated with a faint afterglow. Even the maple leaves fell in the palm of the hand.