清风拂过窗前,铃儿晃动起来,声音虽然失去了往日的清脆,却依旧入耳动听;风中的花儿虽然失去了曾经的娇艳,却竭力绽开着那张笑脸;周围的景静静地伫立着,只有那风在这空旷的天地间盘旋浮动。看着身边一个个匆匆走过的身影,我的思绪飘飞……似乎又回到了那个春风和煦的傍晚,光线柔和的夕阳轻轻亲吻着地平线,孤独的秋千在落日的余晖下享受着乡间的宁静,那顽皮的风 Breeze was blowing in front of the window, jingle bells, although the voice of the past lost the crisp, but still the ears heard; although the flowers in the wind have lost the beautiful, but trying to bloom that smile; the surrounding quietly Stand with only the wind hovering between the open world. Looked around a hurried figure, my thoughts fluttering ... ... seems to have returned to the spring breeze evening soft light of the sunset gently kiss the horizon, the lonely swing in the sunset enjoying the countryside Quiet, that naughty wind