一片灰云,淡淡遮住月光,田野上面,仿佛烟消雾散,水一样的清光,冲洗着柔和的岁月。我伫立在窗前,望着窗外那棵开了花的杨树,想起了你我走过的那些日子……你比我大两岁,我叫你“哥哥”。你是我在外婆家生活时最好的伙伴。外婆家的杨树开花了,我们坐在树下,树梢随着风轻轻摇曳。我半躺着,望着天上的流云.你望着我,笑了,我也笑了。那纯真的笑声,印在了我的心底。初夏,绿绿的小花已经将杨树点缀得十分迷人。你说我们来比赛爬树,噌噌噌几下,你便爬到了树上,而我只能望 A gray cloud, faint cover the moonlight, above the fields, as if the smoke disappeared, the same clear water, washing the soft years. I stood in front of the window, looking out the window poplar tree that remembered you and I walked those days ... you are two years older than I, I call you “brother ”. You are my best partner in my grandmother’s life. Grandma’s poplar flowering, and we sat under the tree, the treetops gently swaying with the wind. I am half lying, looking at the clouds in the sky.You looked at me and laughed, and I laughed too. That innocent laughter, printed in my heart. Early summer, green flowers have poplar dotted very charming. You say we came to the game to climb the tree, a few bass bass bass, you climbed the tree, and I can only hope