我和你的理想比起来真的相去甚远,我没有那么大的理想。有你的季节,我只想做一只麻雀。我的愿望就这么小,这么卑微。1你喜欢所有白色的东西,柳絮、白云、棉花糖、冰糕……而你最喜欢的却是一双白色球鞋。在我没有认识你之前,我就注意到你了,并且了解你的所有爱好。你是隔壁班的女孩,眉若碧空新月,双瞳似潋滟剪水,笑声恰似清脆的风铃。远远看来你就像从山水画里踏着十里春风而来的宋朝女词人。像你这样清新可人的女孩,一定有一个清新脱俗的名字,但我不知道。我只知道你爱穿着一双白色球鞋,在课间走廊抬头拥抱阳光。我总习惯在下午放学后,踏着三十五度的斜阳, I really do not compare with your ideal, I do not have such a big ideal. With your season, I just want to be a sparrow. My desire is so small, so humble. 1 You like all the white things, catkins, white clouds, cotton candy, ice cream ... and your favorite is a pair of white shoes. Before I did not know you, I noticed you, and understood all your hobbies. You are a girl next door class, eyebrows if the crescent, double-headed like scapecake cut water, laughter is like crisp wind chimes. Far from the point of view, you are like a Song Dynasty female poet from the landscape painting ten years spring. There must be a fresh and refined name for a girl like you, but I do not know. I only know that you love wearing a pair of white shoes, embracing the sun in the corridor corridor. I am accustomed to after school in the afternoon, marching thirty-five degrees of the sun,