你是一条直线。我站在离你有些距离的地方,仿佛—道剧烈起伏的波浪线。起程。所有少年都曾做过这样的梦吧,关于友谊。把梦想或者忧伤装进背包,在晨光中骄傲地出发,留给夕阳一个背影。于是,在五月来临的夏日,你我开始了旅程,并肩走向了那条远方的路——友谊。因为,年华正好,彼此为伴,一起流浪。时光的影子。正午的阳光劈头盖脸地洒下来。我们就在这样热烈的日光下相遇。我给你粲然一笑,你回报我一条街的华丽拥抱。小街里的旧书店,书桌旁的我和你,安详地遨游在字的海洋,偶尔会有几个故事情节, You are a straight line. I stood some distance from you, as if the road - the ups and downs of the wavy lines. leave. All young people have done such a dream, about friendship. The dream or sadness into the backpack, proudly set off in the morning, leaving a setting for the sunset. So, on the summer day in May, you and I started the journey and walked sideways to that distant road, Friendship. Because, just in time, companionship, wandering together. The shadow of time. The midday sun sprinkled his face to sprinkle. We met in such warm daylight. I give you a smile, you repay me a gorgeous street hug. The old bookstore in the street, me and you at the desk, calmly travel in the word of the ocean, and occasionally there will be several stories,