三色堇静静地开在天台,曾经是我一个人的天台,当那个女孩离开,一切又是我一个人。三色堇,沉默不语,但是她不孤独。一海临中学。中午。我走上四号楼的屋顶,坐在空旷的天台上,正值夏日,天台上放着一盆紫色三色堇,开得很旺。我坐在靠近栏杆的地方,风儿很柔很柔,几乎感觉不到。我是一个差生,一个稳坐初二年级倒数第十三的差生,既享受这里孤独的宁静,似乎又希望有一个人能来,说说话,吹吹风,也许这就是差生不可思议的想法。“喏,你吃橘子吗?”我眺望远方,背后冷 Pansy quietly open the roof, once my rooftop, when the girl left, everything is my own. Pansy, silent, but she is not alone. A sea middle school. noon. I walked onto the roof of Building No. 4 and sat on an open roof in summer. There was a pot of purple pansies on the rooftop, which opened very well. I sat close to the railing, the wind is very soft and very soft, almost do not feel. I am a poor student, a poor student who is sitting on the thirteenth floor from the second grade in the second grade. He enjoys the solitary tranquility here and seems to want one person to come and talk and to make a living. Maybe this is the unbelievable idea of ​​poor students. “喏, you eat oranges?” I looked into the distance, behind the cold