冬日初晴的天空没有一丝阴霾,空气里弥漫着令人惬意的小清新。我伸出手,阳光从指间的缝隙中零零落落地筛下来,在地上形成细碎的小光斑。我伸了个懒腰,倏忽间被一个似曾相识的背影刺痛了双眸。是她?等反应过来,那身影早就消失得不着痕迹了。只剩我,在原处,回忆起了那段温暖而又短暂的旧时光。那时的我不谙世事,她和我最初的相识源于 There is no trace of the sky in the early winter clear clouds, the air filled with a pleasant little fresh. I stretched out my hand and the sun fell down through the gap between my fingers to form a small, small spot on the ground. I stretched out, suddenly suddenly was a deja vu back pained his eyes. Is she? Reaction, etc., that figure has long disappeared traces. Only me, in place, recalled that period of warm and short old time. I was inexperienced at that time, and she and my initial acquaintance came from