“你做,我来数。”——题记对面是彼岸的尽头,背面是你不曾隐没的微笑,樱花伤逝,香气醉人,在阳光的沐浴下,我又想起了你……盛夏,栀子花淡淡的清香在心底流过,绿得逼人的叶子在清脆的蝉声中,蓬勃着自己的生命。你只是我人生中的过客,骑着马匆匆离去,不留一丝痕迹,但马蹄上残留的花香,足以让我为之追逐…… “- you do, I come to count.” - inscription opposite is the other end of the riverbank, the back is a smile that you never had hidden, cherry died, aroma intoxicating, in the sunshine bathed, I think of you again ... Summer, Subtle floral fragrance flowed through the bottom of my heart, and the leaves of green were clinging to the crisp cicadas, flourishing with their own lives. You are just a passer in my life, riding a horse hurriedly leave, without leaving a trace, but the residual floral on the horseshoe, enough for me to chase ...