花香醉人，云影绕绕，转身的一瞬间，你站在身后，七彩的阳光透过你的发梢，似乎闻到了阳光的味道，幸福便随着你的微笑荡漾开来！醒来，微微刺眼的阳光透过窗帘犹如你的发丝拂过脸颊，暖暖的，痒痒的．伸出手对着阳光，眯着双眼，做了个V字形．一切如往，却唯独不见了你，思念便随着思绪扩散开来。
The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. The cloud and shadow surround you. In the moment when you turn around, you stand behind you. The colorful sunshine through your hair seems to smell the taste of sunshine, and happiness ripples with your smile! When you wake up, the slightly dazzling sunlight through the curtain is like your hair brushing your cheek. It's warm and itchy. Stretch out your hand to the sunshine, squint your eyes, and make a V-shaped shape. Everything is the same, but you're the only one missing, and thoughts spread with your thoughts.
思念你，犹如暖暖微风掠过窗台拂响风铃，我的心也便随着铛铛的铃声越发温暖和满足，在没有你的日子里，我依旧过着我的生活，只是少了你，我也越来越不像我．课后，教室，倒数第三排，桌上放着一支笔，一个日记本，一杯白开水，端起，放下，端起，再放下，转过头，看了看右手边的座位，我依旧坐在左手边的位置，而你却已不在，时间的无情到底磨掉了多少有情人的多情？自古逢秋悲寂寥，看着窗外飘散的树叶，心情也不再像开始时的温暖与满足了．有人可想，有人可盼，岂非是一种幸福？至少我还有人可想，可现实毕竟是现实，我可以欺骗我的思想却无法左右没有你的现实！想你，念你．记你．挂你，却以一种伤感的方式诉你，也是我的失败吧！当年不肯嫁春风，无端却被秋风误！而如今的你又在何方？你左手边的座位又是谁在坐？我依旧唱着同桌的你，依旧喜欢坐左边，依旧留着右手边的座位，依旧喜欢用45度角仰望天空，依旧喜欢坐在空空的教室，喝着刚倒的白开水却又故弄深沉地做品茗的姿势．思念你是这一季落叶纷飞的主旋律，而我却留在有你的记忆里忘了离去！
Missing you is like a warm breeze passing through the windowsill and ringing the wind bell. My heart will be warmer and more satisfied with the bell. In the days without you, I still live my life, but without you, I am not like me. After class, the classroom, the third row from the bottom, there is a pen, a diary, a cup of boiled water on the desk, put it up, put it down, put it up and put it back. Next, turn around and look at the seat on the right side. I still sit on the left side, but you are no longer there. How many lovers' affections have been worn away by the ruthlessness of time? Since ancient times, when autumn is sad and lonely, looking at the leaves floating outside the window, the mood is no longer like the warmth and satisfaction at the beginning. Some people can think, some people can hope, isn't it a kind of happiness? At least I have people to think, but reality is reality after all, I can deceive my thoughts but can't control the reality without you! Miss you, miss you, remember you, hang you, but tell you in a sad way, it is also my failure! I didn't want to marry the spring breeze, but I was mistaken by the autumn breeze! Where are you now? Who is the seat on your left? I am still singing with you at the same table, still like to sit on the left, still keep the right seat, still like to look up at the sky with a 45 degree angle, still like to sit in the empty classroom, drinking the fresh boiled water and pretending to have a deep tea tasting posture. Missing you is the theme of this season's falling leaves, but I left in your memory and forgot to leave!
