夜风吹乱梦寐。蔷薇花的香味弥漫,花瓣随风沾上发丝。她才突然意识到,令她无眠的不是风也不是花。而是想念,她依然在想念他。少年时若有若无的情愫,就似玉兰花。纯净,结白,在高高的枝头,悄无声息地盛放。揣着满怀心事,淡淡的欢喜,以及一丝清高的矜持。她记得初见他第一眼。在夏日的清晨,在惆怅的花季,蓝紫色的朝颜花藤蔓缠绕,静静地探出细嫩的须枝。 Night wind blows dreams. Rose fragrance filled the air, stained the hair with petals. Suddenly she realized that it was neither the wind nor the flower that made her sleepless. But miss, she still miss him. Juvenile Ruo Ruowei love, it is like magnolia. Pure, concluding, in the tall branches, quietly in full bloom. Chuaizhe full of feelings, a touch of joy, and a trace of the high Qing support. She remembered seeing him first. In the early morning of summer, in the melancholy flower season, the blue-purple rose flower vines are entangled and quietly dig out the tender branches.