5月3日晴我怀念过去的你,怀念我留在单车上的十五岁,怀念曾经因你一阵微笑而激荡起来的风,夹着忧伤和一去不再回来的昨天,浩浩荡荡地穿越我单薄的青春,明亮,伤感,无穷尽。——题记一左手倒影,右手年华。那是我以前的一篇作文,那个时候我在初三,在一种单纯可是近乎残酷的时光里, I remember the past you on May 3rd, remembering the fifteen years I left on the bicycle, remembering the wind that had stirred up because of your smile, yesterday’s sadness and never returning. Through my thin youth, bright, sad, endless. - A left-hand inscription on the inscription, right-handed years. That was my previous essay. At that time, I was in the third year, in a simple but almost cruel time.