已是暮春时节,当我还是怀着憧憬,在自己编织的梦中没有方向地行走的时候,春天也已经开始悄悄地远去了。奔跑在风中,企图抓住春天最后的尾巴,可是最终我还是没有抓住它,只能伸着手留在原地,看它渐行渐远的背影。留下一颗孤独而不含任何杂质的寂寞的,无法控制的波澜起伏的——心。走在西联的樱花树下,抬头依然看得见绿叶间残留的几片落红,缩在那里颤抖着它 It was late spring, and when I was still in my longing, walking without direction in my weaving dream, the spring had begun to quietly go away. Run in the wind in an attempt to seize the last tail of the spring, but in the end I still did not seize it, only stretched out to stay in place, to see it back on foot. Leave a lonely, without any impurities of lonely, uncontrollable ups and downs - heart. Walking in the Western Union cherry tree, the rise still see a few pieces of red leaves between the leaves, shrinking there trembling it