望着那女孩离去时活泼的倩影,我一时陷入沉思当中。那女孩教会我如何为心灵打开一扇窗。夏天被一声声蝉鸣迎了过来,不过打心底我恨透了夏天,汗流浃背,炎热不给你一丝逃跑的机会。所以一到夏天我的心也跟着浮躁起来。一天,我从补习班出来,到了车站。太阳如一个油淋淋的鸡蛋黄,天空似乎发出一种类似喘息的声音, Looking at the lively shadows when the girl left, I was lost in contemplation. The girl taught me how to open a window for my soul. The summer was a cicadas greeting, but the bottom of my hat I hate the summer, sweating, the heat does not give you a chance to escape. So one summer my heart also followed impulsive. One day, I came out from the cram school to the station. The sun is like an oily yellow egg, the sky seems to send a sound like breathing,