抬头看到天空中飘过的片片云朵,挂满了我们年少轻狂的日子,只愿那片片白云把我的思念带给你,把祝福带给你,把笑声带给你。儿时,我们手拉手,唱着调不成曲的歌儿,在林间奔跑。偶尔,天空中下起大雨,我们总会把自己的伞给对方撑着,衣服湿了,我彼此对视一笑。这样的友情,这样的朋友,即使天空“哭”了,但我们仍然在笑。 Looked up to see the clouds across the sky, covered with our young and frivolous days, only that piece of white clouds to my thoughts to you, the blessing to you, the laughter to you. Childhood, we hand in hand, sang uncomfortable song children, running in the forest. Occasionally, it rained heavily in the sky, and we always carried our umbrella to each other. The clothes were wet. I smiled at each other. Such a friendship, such a friend, even if the sky “cry ”, but we are still laughing.