寒风席卷了校园里的绿意。惨淡的阳光洒下,将光秃秃的树桠印在地面上。落尽了叶的木棉树无力地伸展着,一片颓然。我拎着桶从五楼下来打水,心想:你们也太过分了,叫你们下来陪我打水居然没人愿意。以前的“海誓山盟”都化作了灰烬,我们的友谊居然那么不堪一击。天阴沉沉的,仿佛轻轻一触就会 Cold wind swept the green on campus. The bleak sun shone, printed on the ground bare tree treetops. Kapok tree that ran out of leaves stretched weakly, a slump. I am carrying a bucket down from the fifth floor to draw water, I thought: you are too much, call you down to accompany me to draw water actually no one is willing. In the past, “eachother” has turned into an ashes, our friendship is actually so vulnerable. Overcast, as if a touch of light will be