蓦然回首,点滴往事浮现在脑海中。过去的我是迎着风带着微笑的脸庞,欣然地往前看去,可是很无奈,前方的迷雾太多,我有些看不真切……我们都是孩子轻轻地我们走进校园。我遇见了面带羞涩的你——那时候的你还没有剪去乌黑的长发,还没有成天戴着大框的眼镜,还没有像今天那么多愁善感。一切,看起来都那么美好。你可以拽着我的手臂,从校园的一头一直走到另一头;我可以看着你的眼睛,从一个话题一直聊到另一个话题。那时我们天真地像个孩子。 Suddenly look back, bit by bit reappears in my mind. I used to face the wind with a smile on the face, looked forward to look forward, but very helpless, the front of the fog too much, I am a bit unrealistic ... We are all children gently into the campus. I met you with shyness - at that time you have not cut the black hair, not all day long wearing glasses, not so much sentimentality as today. Everything seems so good. You can grab my arm and go from one end of the campus to the other; I can look into your eyes and talk from one topic to another. At that time we were naive like a child.