我突然发现,自己从来没和人聊过青春的话题,具体原因说不上来,可能是因为属于自己的那份青春不够美丽,有些灰头土脸。然而,我又认为这么解释不对。事实上,在偶尔的夜深人静时,触及青春的回忆总是柔软而伤感的,意象中出现的总是一蓬芦芒花,斜斜的,孤单遗世,肥服软软地,舒展在野地的轻风里,像一幅简雅的中国画…… I suddenly discovered that I had never talked about youth with people. The specific reason could not be explained. It may be because the youthful part of her youth is not beautiful enough, and her face is grayheaded. However, I also think that this explanation is wrong. In fact, in the occasional dead of night, the memories that touched youth are always soft and sad. In the image, there is always a pair of flowers, slanting, lonely, and soft, stretched softly in the wild. In the wind, like a simple Chinese painting...