又是一个深秋的夜晚。窗外,雨,淅淅沥沥地下着;风,轻轻地吹着,夹着一丝丝凉意,浸入我的肌肤。夜,还是那样黑,伸手不见五指。独坐窗前的我,此时又想起了你,哦,朋友,你现在好吗?还记得那次晚自习下课后吗?天,也下着淅淅沥沥的小雨;深秋的夜晚,漆黑黑的一片;风,刮在人的脸上,好冷好冷,带着一股寒意。由于我穿的是布鞋,而你穿的是胶鞋。你说:布鞋打湿了脚会疼。于是,你蹲下了身子,让我伏在你的背上,要背着我走,我执意不肯,但最终还 It is a late autumn night. Out of the window, the rain was dripping down the ground; the wind blew gently, with a hint of coolness, plunging into my skin. At night, it was still so dark that I couldn’t reach out. I was alone in front of the window, and I remembered you again, oh, friend, how are you doing now? Do you still remember that after the evening class study, there was a drizzle in the rain, and in late autumn, the darkness of the evening? The wind blows on the person’s face, so cold and cold, with a chill. Because I wear cloth shoes, and you wear rubber shoes. You say: cloth shoes wet feet will hurt. So, you crouched down and let me fall on your back and carry me away. I’m determined to refuse, but eventually I’m still